Pillow talk
It’s late at night, everything is dark, the evening is drawing to a close, another day in the books, oh what a day, schedules, appointments, so many errands we ran.
Nothing good on tv, only the depressing news, we crawl into bed, we collapse into our pillow, oh what a relief, blankets are pulled up around our bodies, this is so blissful.
Silence fills the room, just resound of the evening rain as it hits the window sill, it’s calming to listen to, sets the mood…. we lay in bed as we embrace each other, this is what every couple looks forward to I’m sure..
We talk about our stressors from the day, as to comfort each other, our love is pure, I whisper silently in your ear, we undress and give each other the passion we’ve held in all day, the rain is coming down hard, thunder and lightening lights up our room, as our bodies move in sync, we collapse into our bed, Oh how I love pillow talk.
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