The Mountain Cabin

We are lying together in a bedIn a mountain cabin.I can hear the sharp snapping soundsof split pine burning in the fireplace.Embers appear like orange fireflies,Dancing drunkenly.I feel your hand exploring my body,Trying to make all of my body feel loved,But you have isveçbahis greedy fingersFor the part of me you desire most.I feel your hand wrap around my cock.Your fingers tighten their grip.I feel myself swell even more.I love feeling your touch.My hand explores isveçbahis giriş your breasts,gently tracing your contours.I feel embarrassed thatI'm so aroused by them.It makes me seem?so like a typical guy.My hand momentarily restsin that space between isveçbahis yeni giriş your breasts.It feels warm.And I forget how cold it is outside.The bedding is heavy.And I smell our mingled body warmthSo womanly, so manly.Our toes collideAnd I hear you giggle.I look at you and see flecks of firelight in your eyes.I have never seen you look so beautiful,So content.I remember how much I liked to call you Kiss.I lean forward,Our foreheads touching,Our noses nestled together,And give you a tender kiss.*