We share an endless moment of eye contact. Oh, my sweet. I will someday lose myself in the pooling depth of your eyes.
I hardly ever need to shave, I have nice, smooth skin, and a nice full head of soft, light brown hair that is not hippie-length but long enough.
The sting is gone now, and I’m starting to feel very good. “Can you go a little bit harder? Maybe a little faster?” I whisper.