
Those slow walks in the sun along the old path on our way to the lake together. You in that light flowered dress clinging to your gentle curves. Hands laced as we start, you leaning into my shoulder as I wrap you in my arms as we get closer. Then your press your lips to my neckline and we stop. I lean you against that familiar oak as I slip the strap of your dress off your shoulder and cover it with my mouth. Undressing you as the sunlight shimmers off your soft skin, your legs wrap as I lift you. Easing into you with those soft moans stirring. A perfect start to our weekend.



