she tilt her head just so i could see her eyes in that way.
she, stoic and serene, took in breath.
she let out a sigh.
she bit her lip the way that entices me.
she bit my lip softly.
she fell into me… once more and again.
she took my hand.
she smiled her secret intimate smile.
she blushed some more.
she wanted more kissing.
she loves the kissing.
she waits for the kissing.
she wants more kissing!
she kisses with angel lips and vintage wings.
she sings the blues when she moans.
she dreams of everything and nothing at the same time.
she is a time lord.
she has no sword.
she is kind.
she is kind and i am bemused.
she muses me to move… to breathe… to be.
she opens her eyes in the morning light.
she smiles her secret intimate smile.