Praise
By-H.I.M
Can I praise you? Can I kiss your feet as you tell me about your day, I want you to de-stress and vent as I massage your calfs. Slowly removing your jeans, taking my time as I fold them on the hanger. Your arms feeling light as feathers as I slide you out your blouse. My hands cascading down your back, firm, yet so soft and loving how they trace your skin. My lips plant gentle kisses along your shoulders as I undo your bra. Your story fading into a sigh of relief as you lean back into my embrace.
(Another unfinished story)





















