I’m feeling the fire so here goes another post…

A hotel room in lower Manhattan.  We both stare out the window and I can feel your warm hands begin to explore my back.    The electricity of the city and its bright lights against the dark night, seems to energize us.  I’m frozen in my stop but the sparks are flying.  It seems like forever, because I am so lost in the movement of your hands, your mouth on the back of my neck, that I finally turn around and face you…. perched on that ledge, as naked as the night sky…

And then I see heaven.

Music mood:  Led Zeppelin ” whole lotta love”

Neurally yours,

room with a view xo