He had strong arms and soft lips…dark eyes that twinkled with mischievous wit and wisdom…rough-hewn and beautiful masculine curves and features that seemed to invite tender exploration…Terry found it all so wonderfully wounding that it stole breath from the body and gave light to the soul.
The sweet, steady song of his sleeping breathing was magical…Terry couldn’t imagine a sound more amazing, more lovely, more thrilling…especially in the first light of dawn as that song confirmed that the passionate, sweaty, carnally delightful magic of the darkling hours was more than just an aching trick of dreamtime.
He had a voice that rumbled melodically, that spoke softy and gave amble space for both quiet and dialogue…Terry found that so incredibly precious and rare that it was almost beyond belief…almost beyond desire…almost beyond reason and expectation.
Terry took a deep, hopeful breath as the man stirred to waking…as the promise of the night before teetered on the precipice of disappointment in the harsh light of an unforgiving morning.
He looked over and smiled that smile and looked out with those eyes and Terry sighed with relief and snuggled into a lingering good morning kiss. Strong arms and soft lips…Terry sighed with passion and allowed for the possibility of a thousand and one tomorrows started just so.
- for T & K (by request)-
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