Spooning

Good Morning… always early morning for me as this time of day I enjoy so.

Feeling as I do - feeling as I could - be the watched pot that never boils... the tree that falls deep in the woods leaving those to wonder if a sound was made.

A sound beyond that of pulling back your covers and sliding in behind you as you sleep... a matching spoon as my lips find the nape of your neck - my hand your breasts – as my arm drapes over your side.

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Reviews

[Marie]

Nicely written. Thanks for sharing.

[None]

Spooning rocks! You really did a beautiful thing by reminding people of spooning. You describe it perfectly and nice intro to spooning as well.