• I guide you into the white room of my dreams, our clothes lay in a pile by the door. I take your face in my hands and kiss you once. I find your hand and lead you to the crystal bed with the white sheets and curtains in the center of the room. Carefully as I can, I lay you on the bed, my fingers leaving cool trails as they brush your bare skin. The light in the room passes through the crystal of the bed, casting rainbows of light over your body. I smile at the sight of you, so innocent as you lay there, waiting. I climb on the bed with you. I stradle you, my arms pin yours, one on either side of your head. I lean in to you and kiss the center of your chest. Working my way up your chest to your neck and throat, small kisses inch their way forward. As the kisses slow and stop as I reach your jawline, I move myself to look into your eyes. I pause there for a moment before I press my body to yours and kiss your sweet lips again. You move under me, trying to get closer, though there is no space left beween us. My lips move yours, parting them. My tongue dances with yours, first touching then rolling, pulling, pushing fire through your body. ...