June 30

Who would argue that tonight is the perfect night to make love?

To have someone curl up behind you and trace their fingers along your curves is more fun after the storm. Its become more passionate because the storm has either encouraged us or frightened me.

 My skin tingles when you brush past my stomach with your lips. Your hands get lost in my hair as my lips turn to kiss your palms before you let them slide down my cheek bone.

 It's exciting to know where this is going. We undress together only to find how much more comfortable we are with each other naked.

Seeing you this way is the most familiar thing I know, and when you enter me I forget to breathe.

When we make love I fall in love with you all over again. I'd make love to you endlessly if it would mean avoiding fighting. If it would mean avoiding the storm.