My
fuzzy memory can't put together how we got on the subject, still up at 7AM with the sun slowly starting to pierce through the grey, but
you,
naked and reciting
Shakespeare is something I'll never forget. After hours of kissing,
too tired to move or to
cum, we somehow could still not stop talking. You found '
To be or not to be' through eyes half closed, and muttered it into my
pillow so quickly and low I could barely hear it, but was forced to pull my leadened
body up over your frame to kiss your lips on that side of your faced placed away from my sight, all the same, for the
beauty of that act. I think you smiled, if
weakly, and I settled back into the covers and listened to your breath fall, laying back to
sleep on your skin.
Tired. But happy for all of the
pillow talk and
Hamlet.