Cupcake Stories

Love is,Familiar touch. Slow dance, bodies tight,grinding. Blazing hands against smouldering skin. Hips sway beneathflutters of white satin. The music is silent, they see only each other. Softly whispered teasingof naughty things to come. He still makes her blush. She still wants to. Someone loved yesterday,today love is adrift. If a lover's heart lost it's way,your love can survive, yetis it reason to stay?Tears may beg,...