JANUARY 2017

Cool air flows freely through vent slats to kiss her face, it’s breath mixed with traces of freshly finished blunt that clings stubbornly to skin and hair, the combination somehow a sinister and reminiscent flirt of the spring season despite chilly mid winter temperatures outside. With limbs tucked beneath strewn fleece blanket and heads pressed into plush down pillows, hands meander, eager and shameless, between them with only undiscerning eyes of faux constellations playing witness from above. The ebb and flow of thoughts transport her into a state of reverie where parsley green fields glisten beneath midday sun dotted with candy floss pastel tulips, spears of light drench leafy umbrella trunk of a great oak dripping with sticky early morning sap - All while gently gliding fingertips sweep across inner thigh then venture towards lace outline of her underwear which pulls her gently back to cognizance. A contented sigh slips from between pillowed lips, chest rising and falling. Arched spine coils then expands, the outline of taut nipples dimple dancing against fleece blanket. Her gaze is steady as she peers through thick dark lashes, neck craned as the pattern of illumination dotting the enclosed ceiling above is reflected in her deep brown eyes. Corners of her lips tug upwards and languid fingertips intertwine with tousled brunette strands halo fanned around her face. They lay like this, in perfect comfortable silence that does not want for secrets nor beg for the exchange of verbal intimacies.

Rolling onto her side, she studies chiseled, masculine features of his face, index finger mirroring the path of her gaze. The neatly groomed pattern of scruff that blankets strong, wide jaw. Lashes that flutter with a breezy nonchalance that belies flared nostrils and the strong slope of his nose which tells of the parts of him she knows crave dominance. Finally, her gaze settles on the curvature of his full bottom lip where her thumb traces the same path as her eyes, a slow drag swipe to the midpoint of his lip only to watch it snap back into proper place. She smirks at the way the sensitive flesh responds to the slightest touch all on it’s own volition. And it is then that the restless hunger seeps into her bones and demands immediate attention. Head cocked, she inches towards the crook of his neck and sinks teeth into unsuspecting earlobe, tongue gliding across outer shell of his ear. Warm breath coats his flesh while a deliberate and gradual hand snakes down across the patch of sparse hair sprouting from just above his pubic bone.

"Not sure if you’re trying to get kissed or fucked into a stupor right now, but I might do both things just to be safe," he taunts, the raspy gravel vibration of words causing a gentle sway in the curtain of brunette hair that dances across bare shoulders like spectre silver moon cutting through dense clouds.

"Sweet and salty? I’ll take both."