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Jan 2015
He ran his fingers down her spine, his lips were her weakness
He ran them along her jaw line and down her arms to the tips of her fingers
Every time their skin met, she melted
They lay naked together, warmed by their affection
She loved the way he kissed her forehead when they woke up in the morning
They shower away last night, but it still lays in the bed
Like they did
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   Jamie King
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