I want to wake up next to you ... every morning. Waking up from your smell - the smell of fresh milk mixed with baby soap ... waking up from your gentle sniffing and, of course, heat - the warmth of your dear native body ... You are still sleeping, and I admire your funny face, a dimple on your chin, slightly parted with a puffy mouth, two narrow nozzles, and eyelashes with closed eyes ... Gently kiss your temple, feeling the thrill of his pulse ... knock knock-knock ... He wants to say something to me every time, to explain something, but I always lack the patience to understand his amazing rhythm music ... I am slyly crafted heated blanket, you wake up trying to curl up ... Look manages to catch flashed cold noses of hedgehogs twisted, brush down fluffy lower ... You're not waking up, turn over on the tummy, trying to warm it up on the still warm sheet ... And my view is slipping on the ankles, higher ... even higher ... lingers on a tight height ... Steep slope to the waist, smooth back, slightly distorted by angular shoulder blades ... Neck ... Oh my, how nice to touch her tongue while breathing your scent , your warmth Lips are already stretching below ershaya back to the path that has already passed the eye ...

You spread your legs, opening the way to your wet crevice ... I am already in you, I am already a part of you, I live with your pulse, breathing hoarsely, shuddering your body ... with a shudder, it is as if current is transmitted, passes through the body, it captures. .. You are already choking, switching to a cry ... Here it is bliss - to restrain your thrill with your body, becoming infected with its trembling, obsession, and break, fall with you to the very bottom - the ocean floor, called orgasm ... It seems that bottomless and never end, but nothing lasts forever, and the orgasm ends, too Avlivaya pleasant languor in all cells, giving a tingling in the fingertips, knocking the heart and of course sweet fatigue ... You turn on your back, leaving behind the sea ... although the sea call it loud ... rather a pool of your and my tenderness ... I love you, and I want to wake up next to you ... every morning.