That song....
I imagine us in the kitchen, I'm pouring us a glass of red wine, you put some music on and we dance around a little but then that song starts to play and I know the effect it has on us both. Pulling me closer you whisper the words softly in my ear and already I feel myself starting to give. One of your hands stays on the small of my back the other moves up my body until you can untie my hair, letting it fall loosely about my shoulders as we sway to the tune. And all I can hear is those words, all I can see is you...nibbling my ear, kissing down my neck, bringing your hands to my hips. Your mouth follows the line of my dress down over my shoulder and across my chest, you don't stop where the material starts but continue working south. Sinking to your knees in front of me, still kissing, your hands follow until there on my legs. leaning your head against me, working your hands back up my legs feeling the smooth warm skin, up under my dress. Pulling away suddenly to unzip my dress...
The dream goes on every time and I know I need to experience you and that song xx