“Present.” I told Angie last night, as we prepared for bed. She did so.
I ran my hands down her body, watched her face as she slipped into that place.
So did I.
Moment of perfection, of connection. That’s why, despite that folks talk about how much hard work M/s is, or have their own projections of M/s, these moments of connection, of when I feel the surrender, when I can almost taste it on the electricity of the air and connection between us – that is why I do this. Because this is where I want to be.
(picture from: http://pixabay.com/en/dress-reticulum-shoulder-view-495160/)