You and I hooked up the night before at the party, and you stayed at my place. It's morning, and I roll over, and you are still in my bed. You're in my bed because I invited you. You are not going anywhere this morning. We talk about the night before casually, before wanting each other again for round two. It's desirable, it's caring, it's passionate, it's wild, and it's sensual. Missionary, legs wrapped around me. Prone bone, hands and fingers interlocked, dirty talking to you. But you must do one thing. Make sure you look into my eyes, always. I don't want you to leave. Would you like to stay at my place for a while? If you have nothing going on? It could lead to anything. Just stay with me. You feel like ecstasy.