Troy knew Morpheus would think she was beautiful; a delightful and delicate winged imp and she relaxed in knowing her eyes were seeing that beauty throughout his touch and his captured eyes.
Morpheus knew he had to release his passion slowly, he sensed both their heated passions had been caged for too long.
The feathered kisses touching her lips lifted her wanting to seek more. Freedom greeting them both where they lived.
The caged birds sing so my caged bird can love. With wings to soar and swoop on lofty unexpected moments. Troy looked into her uncaged freedom.