loser in the streets, lover in the sheets

One of my most sinful fantasies is lying together in bed. It's a random spring night, the window's open and the room is full of fresh breeze carrying a faint scent of blooming plants and rain. We're cuddling, limbs tangled together. The quilt covering us is heavy and the blankets are soft. Our bodies greedily soak up the warmth trapped in this cozy cocoon, but the air around us remains pleasantly chilly. The sleep pulls me in gently, but I want to stay in this moment just a little longer, to stay just like this, with her in my arms, soft murmurs filling the small space between us. Inevitably, rustle of trees sings us to sleep.

touching grass is not enough, I need a lady to give me a headpat and tell me I'm good

I kind of need a woman to casually grab me by the back of my neck when she needs me to listen