Release

Idiotic joy that covers me like a blanket.

My fingers feel feeble wrapped around hers but I want to keep a hold of this grip for as long as possible.

She leaves a trail of kisses down from my mouth, over my chest and stomach and comes to a stop at the hem of my shorts.

Sparkling eyes meet mine, asking a silent question. 

I nod and she proceeds to release me from the last of my worldly concerns.