You wake in the soft hush of morning to slow kisses and knowing touches. What begins as sleepy desire deepens into a slow, sensual release.

The room is still. Dim with the blue hush of morning, that heavy, quiet light that makes everything feel softer…slower. You’re curled onto your side, back bare above the tangled sheets, one leg kicked free. I shift closer, careful, not wanting to break the fragile peace of this hour too quickly.

Script by: u/feral_libra , audio by: u/miilm

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Thank you for listening -Miil