Oh Sweet Bb Jesus

Meg. 21. Boston.


I watched her wake. Eyes fluttering, trying to focus on the new day. I smiled and continued to watch. A smile, accompanied by a low-level moan and stretch, escaped from her. Those sounds make me melt. Her exhales make me melt. And all that is left is the desire to do nothing more and just get back in bed and melt with her.

I watched her wake. Eyes fluttering, trying to focus on the new day. I smiled and continued to watch. A smile, accompanied by a low-level moan and stretch, escaped from her. Those sounds make me melt. Her exhales make me melt. And all that is left is the desire to do nothing more and just get back in bed and melt with her.