Me in the cleft of his neck, kissing his goatee.
Nuzzling like I will sleep, but not daring to for want of him.
Supermalt, smirnoff, rose.
A film - hopefully completed. (Who knows what the drink might do?)
Laughs, giggles.
Tears. (He goes away this week)
Kisses.
Deeper ones.
A flailing of hands.
All over bodies.
Tenderness.
More tears. (My heart will go with him)
Me being carried to my room.
A joint prayer.
A kiss on the forehead.
‘I love you’ whispered.
Sweet slumber.

And if I am able, I will show you the pictures.