The Parisian Dream

I awoke this morning to the sound of the rain. Half asleep, dreamily in a Parisian place of imagination with the sounds of real.
Emotionally and physically charged in waiting for the man I love to return to my bed. Lying ready to share the warmth and pleasure of each other’s bodies against the backdrop of rain falling on my windows. No need to join the world beyond. Hidden in our own moment of magic and ecstasy.

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