I was looking at a picture just now with a couple enjoying a coffee on the patio. You can tell they just woke up and rolled out of bed. They were sharing an intimate moment together. His hands were on her thighs, and the sun was shining bright.
I still want that. I want that possessive hand that touches me. The one who knows I belong to him. I still wish for that. Wish that he knew I was his.
Lisa Gray 