Just Until Tomorrow (Erotic Prose)

I drop my clothes at the door and slide naked in between the sheets.  
 
I curl up against so many pillows, or what my grandma calls “all that stuff” on my bed. I can't help it. I love to feel the cool, smooth linen and bury myself in between them until I become formless, suspended in clouds.  
 
I smile to myself as I find a comfortable spot. I imagine it is you who I'm curled up against. Your cool, smooth skin. Your sweet, affectionate touches making me feel high, suspended in clouds.    
 
I think about how easy it was for our tentative affection to become something else. Something more urgent, our hands becoming bolder. Our bodies taut, storms built in our eyes as they met and held for just asecondthatwaseternity.  
 
I think about the way you dropped your clothes at the door and slid naked in between my legs.  
 
I think about you whispering sweet things into the dark, wanting to please me.  
 
I fantasize about telling you all the ways I'd like to please you.  
 
I think about tomorrow.  
 
I smile to myself and let sleep claim me, in the mean time. Just until you do. Until tomorrow.