I run my finger over the distinctive point. So small, so soft, so…delicate. So you.

You moan softly, sending goose bumps from my hand, up my arm, all over my body.

I love you.

I lower my head, longing to nibble a bit at the soft flesh. For all the teasing you have to endure, I have to admit that I love those points. They are so distinctly you, so distinctly mine.

I love you. I love everything about you. You know that, I tell you every day.

And every night, like this one, I show you that it’s true…