Musings of a submissive

I look at the picture you took of us lying in bed;

the sun slipping around the curtains and trailing over our naked bodies.

Mussed hair, eyes closed, the beginnings of a smile as my head dips down near yours.

I take my time looking at that captured moment; it's one of my favorite pictures of you.

The sweep of your dark lashes; your lips on my full breast.

Loving the way the light shines on the few gray hairs that shoot through your hair.

I remember that day; so satiated, we could hardly move.

you looked at me like I was water and you were a man dying of thirst.

I lay there, legs still shaking, wanting nothing more than to stop time.