I stir to our room, cold but under blankets, plenty of blankets, warm and comforting. Throwing off the covers, I find myself naked, my bare body exposed to all in view. You are in view, only you and me. Those eyes that I have seen many a morning when I have stirred to this situation, tinted this morning with some kind of pain, urge that I have never seen in them. I choke back any words that I had thought of saying to you and stretch out my arms.

You look deeply into my eyes and reply, "It's not just your body that I want."

I melt and realize what this means.

It's time to be naked in front of you in every way that I don't know how.

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