He was warm.
I was cold.
Together we made steam.
His hands on my bare virgin skin.
His touch calming all nerves.
His voice so soothing.
I sit there as his hands roam.
Each part of me longs for his touch.
Instantly relaxed.
Breathing slows.
Heart racing.
I can't move.
His eyes are locked with mine.
A look of need is on his face.
He looks down.
I shut my eyes.
He was warm.
I was cold.
Together we made steam.
