W is for what a loser because I totally forgot to post this last night. But, on the upside I did have a dream about RyRo.
Happy Mother's Day to all those for whom it is still Mother's Day, hope everyone got spoiled rotten or spoiled their mother :)
Again, sorry for being such a dud...
xx
W is for winter, the season of stolen kisses by fireplaces and copious amounts of brandy (or cognac, or whatever we could get our hands on). Winter has always been our season. It was when we met, when I kissed you under the mistletoe and, I am hoping when something else of great significance will occur (because I cannot wait for spring).
Our first winter together (and I don't mean the one we met) was something special to me. Staying in your home with no one but the servants to chastise use was a truly unique experience. I never knew just how grand an affair Christmas could be with someone you loved by your side. We did nothing, the entire time, simply lounging about without a care in the world and it was glorious. We spoke of lofty ideas and ludicrous plans and you wore that delectable purple dress. That was the night I couldn't keep myself from touching you, holding you, sneaking small moments until you finally gave in and flopped down (gracefully of course) next to me and let a delicate little hand rest on my thigh. Protest all you want darling but it was not my knee you were running your fingers up and down.
I'd tell you where things progressed to from there but, well, I'm certain you remember it just as well as I do. But I will say that the feel of you atop my lap, running your hands through my hair is one that makes me grin like the cat who got the cream even now.
W is for winter, the season of... oh god, that's far too clichéd, I cannot possibly say it for all it may be true.