It was warm, deliriously warm, and the air on her body caressed it like a lover's breath. 'Mmm...' she sighed, and stretched slowly and thoroughly with her eyes tightly shut like an indulged cat, her back arching from the bed while her hands drifted upwards over the surface of her silken skin in pure hedonistic pleasure. In private if nowhere else she could indulge in her love of sensuality—rare but much adored treats of perfumed baths, satin wines, dark, dark chocolates. For a while the ache in her heart could be alleviated. Her senses could be placated. It wasn't the same as being loved, but preferable to sensual starvation. Languidly her arms lifted above her head to scoop the heavy weight of hair from her neck before allowing it to fan out across the pillows like the waves of a dark sea. Lost in the world of uninhibited eroticism that lay between sleeping and waking, she inhaled the perfumes in her nostrils; strange scents—steamy soil, exotic flowers, the pure Caribbean air drifting in through the open doors which led to the deck.
