I can hear it. I can hear them.
Even as the world beyond begins to wake. Even as the soundtrack of the new day winds its way into the space between these four walls.
The silent cries of the tangled sheets of snow yearning to bear the marks of your ravenous lust.
The low moans of the mahogany borders ready to imbibe our sweat and screams and molten heat.
The disappointed sigh of a bed that aches to feel your imposing weight, your dominant touch, your crazed desire for supple flesh.
I hear their longing and I feel it, understand it, in my body and blood and bones.
And when I do, I wish you here with us all once more.
Moving thoughtful words and another gorgeously moody image. You are a star. x
Thank you for making me feel like a bright, shining light, Nick…
Breathtaking, love! And the choice of angle is unique and delightful!
That’s high praise from you, lovely! I thought I’d mix it up a bit with the angle since this is another from the series shot in the incredible Manchester hotel room from my travels last year.
Definitely not the sounds you should be hearing in the morning…
I couldn’t agree more, Os…
absolutely exquisite…. arousingly erotic… amazingly eloquent.. as ever! 🙂
You always indulge me with the most incredible generosity. Thank you, Ian… 🙂
Such longing, such need, such desire, I’ll be right there sexy Minx
I know I can always rely on you to make things right, JB…
What a great shot. Brilliant
I’m touched you think so, Jack…
Evocative lines… Delectable curves… gorgeous shot. xo
With a blush high on cheek, I thank you on all counts, lovely… xo