I LOVE TO RUN MY FINGERS THRU HIS HAIR

Standing over him while he's trying to focus on finishing his task ... I take my hands and run my fingers through his hair until my palms are flat against his head. Then I draw my fingers back across his scalp, allowing his silken strands to slide between my skin and his, cascading like a waterfall, filling up the void left by gathering the hair in one spot. And I keep doing this until I have had my fill of him in my hands. And then I kiss him and leave, knowing I have sewn the seeds for passionate interludes between the mundane but necessary tasks of ordinary existence.