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Sep 2012
Gently brushing your almond skin with my lips
along that perfect curve between your shoulder and neck.
Soft bites to couple the kisses.
You murmur incoherently.
Slight confusion and alarm at being taken from one realm
and ****** into this waking world.
My hand gently caresses your thigh and I can feel your hand
slowly moving to meet mine.
Our fingers entwine
and you grasp it tightly.
A rock in this storm of conciousness.
Then you slowly turn over,
Our lips meet.
Your eyelashes fluttering against mine
and I can feel your smile.
Perfection.
Written by
Matthew Riley
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