Water. The most calming of backdrops for a night with you my lovely Gabriel. It didn’t distract from your beauty as you bathed within its depths.
I closed my eyes, opened them gradually to see your form, such contrast to the enamel of the tub, an exotic figure of a man, golden toned within the candles glow. I tingled as strands of your hair brushed against my inner thigh, as your fingertips interlocked with mine.
I found myself filled with longing, longing to entwine and be one, to lose myself within your depths, to feel you not near, but within.
Bathing you, touching every inch of your form, gave me a feeling of gratitude, to be allowed to of touched divinity. To of ran my fingers through your hair, to of touched and tasted.
The two of us inseparable and for a time divine.
Not going to lie, this one creates fond memories.