Cottage by the Sea
By Eva Monroe
Pausing in your food prep, you saunter over to stand behind me, reading as I type. Your hands find my shoulders, your mouth finds my neck. Murmuring in my ear, your words send quivers down the length of my body. “Write what I do to you.” …then you bite, hard, into the tender flesh where shoulder and neck meet, making me gasp with pleasure and surprise.