Do you ever get that feeling, when staring at the ceiling, you’re in the right place?
Your sub lies beside you, gently purring in her sleep, and at that point it’s a moment you want to keep.
She’s warm, smells of sex, hair across her face and yet she is very still, a contrast from earlier pace.
You speak to her, knowing she cannot hear, you tell her you love her, she moves in subconscious reaction just to be near.
The house is still, nothing but echos of earlier beatings, just the cooling clicks from the central heating.
How many times have I watched her, naked and asleep, feeling guilty for my voyeurs peep.
She is mine and I am hers, thick and thieves and still she purs.