Pillowtalk story:
ight is painting shadows on the walls. The warm afternoon breeze is gently moving the curtains. Outside everything is waiting and tempting, with dusty dirt roads and views to remember. The gardens and trees are offering heady scented flowers for the bees and juicy peaches. While somewhere in the distance smoke is filling the air form a campfire.
 
...Fresh and smokey, like aged wood & beeswax. The juice of the peach dripping down the fingers. Deep, a bit dusty and humid at the same time…
 
But we want to lie like this forever. On the pillows, softly curled up to each other’s soul. Your hand fits perfectly in mine. Talking, listening & softening more, trusting, holding, going bare and soul deep. Everything is whispering, we are home.
 
…Intimacy. T