Spooning
Half awake or half asleep, I smiled. Every exquisite angle of her curvy body aligned with mine, like jigsaw pieces from heaven entwined as one. There appeared to be no wasted space between us as if our sleeping bodies made sure to fill in every unwanted gap. How appropriate. We were never meant to be separated; not even in our sleep.
The sweet scent of her long hair awakened my senses. And again I smiled.
There is nothing better than spooning, well, unless you’re forking.
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