Lion Head Mesa sycamore of the sky ☥

in her eyes and in her throat was love and laughter, commingling with the feelings he had awoken within her that made her catch her breath in a gasp with every touch! she was easily guided, happy to be pressed against the faraway wall, happier still to catch him in a kiss before he buried himself in the thick furs of her bosom,
Toula was quick to dance after him, and then ahead of him—she would lead him to some place she knew they would not be disturbed! she felt him behind her, the chase a different sort of thrill, but she never intended to be out of his reach! disappearing into a room with a giggle, Toula moved to embrace her husband once more.