It's been a long night she says,

hair long, dark, soft,
brushing against bare legs.

Hands trailing but
lingering.

breathless in a
selfish sort of love.
conceited.

Dark eyes in the mirror
staring and wanting.

She smells sweetly,
like soap and flowers.

Back exposed,

"exposed," she moans.

I

am

exposed.

And i love every moment.