Pleasure is a word I was introduced very lately in my life. And the man who enlightened me with pleasure was lying in front of me. He was sleeping, his almost bare body was pressed to my side, sleeping soundly against my chest. In my room. And when he was sleeping so peacefully in my arms, I could barely sleep.
Everything was just so perfect at the moment that it had swallowed my sleep, leaving me to breathe in the reality that felt no less than a dream. Or maybe it was not happiness, but the tranquility inside me was so prominent that my eyes were relaxed but not sleepy. When I wanted to sleep, the man sleeping in my arms took away my sleep. I couldn't get enough of his sleepy frame.
I leaned forward to kiss his forehead, and the sweet taste of his skin made me smile inwardly. This ma
