Ruth ❤️

“So you want to go another round?"
"Yes!”

She was touched — by me, as I was touched — by her.

You are turning into gold again, Darling.

There, in both of us, happiness appears — so tender, so light — blue and red and white, and all colours in their lightest form.

We are simply loving each other. No hurt. No lies. She is wise — and so am I.

The deep, grounding red of her dark, firmly formed, perfect lips — our full and soft kisses tell a fleshy, heartful story. A vortex to the eternal. Lower and upper lips and tongues play as a perfect, liquid organism. Very tender. An organism I would like to inhabit. This sweet, soft and natural kiss reveals a new meaning of the word to me.

She fits in my lap perfectly. We are cute. The lips of her pussy teach me something new — something I never knew I wanted to know. We are happy in each other’s arms, in the sweet, light familiarity of our scent.

We pause — only to discover more of this shared happiness.

I look into her open, laughing, sparkling, delightful eyes. I caress her face with mine. There is exuberant joy. Long-awaited sighs.

She is a truly beautiful young woman when she laughs. A beautiful, true woman when she meets life’s constructs — firmer lines then.

She says a nasal “N” when she loves.

There is a fountain of youth in us — accessible.

Every part of her body is a whole city to explore and inhabit. She is fully formed.

I am sure now: I need a woman at my right hand side — someone I can trust. Whose bossiness I can take, and who can take mine — in trust, in deep respect.

Good and intense. Patient and able.

We love each other deeply.

Life. And lust. And love.

Care.