tabitha

**Dont read this if your too young to realize that love is more than a noun** ~SOUNDS OF THE NIGHT~ Cloths whisper as they fall to the floor, bringing pleasure in the skin they show, no rush no hurry all night, to take it slow.A trail of kisses, the soft backs of knees, bodys aching yearning, eager to please.By the light of the fire, two bodys join in an ancient rite, as soft moans of pleasure, become the sounds of the night.