Sharing

A quiet evening in front of the fire, the wind howling outside the door and whistling through the window opened just a tiny crack, gives an eerie feeling to the night. A night to cuddle and snuggle and kiss and hug, to protect and shelter, to gently massage and stroke, to share a glass of wine, perhaps a cookie or two, candles burning casting a warm glow and a peacefulness over us. Touching skin to skin, content to hold for the moment, knowing later, before we sleep, our bodies will entwine, be taken and take, give and receive.