“Please My Love,” he whispered quietly, “please come to me. I ne
“Please My Love,” he whispered quietly, “please come to me. I need you.” It was the first time she had ever seen him so vulnerable and it humbled her. So she quietly slid into bed beside his seemingly uncrushable nude form, gently took him into her arms as she kissed the nape of his neck tenderly and held him as he fell asleep. ~ © 2010 Salacious Musings ~ -- source link