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Oct 2013
My heart beats fast, my hands move slow, as I explore this territory previously unknown.
Your lips are eager for more, yet content with where we are, as I whisper you promises of what's to come.
The heat in the room seems to cling to us two.
The shadows dance around the room, pushing us to do more.
Your teeth graze my neck and I forget the world outside of this room, letting everything go, until it's just you and me, grinding to some unheard beat.
Slowly clothes end up strewn about the room, and soft skin meets soft skin. Your muscles tense as you pick me up and I whimper.
We go from chair to wall to bed, unable to stop touching, unable to stop kissing.
You put me down, and get on top of me, only the thin fabric of our boxers fully separating us from where we want to go.
You stop kissing me, open your blue eyes and ask the silent question of if I want to keep going, I whimper in response.
Slowly down this path we continue until we come as close as two humans can be. He slowly thrusts into me, eyes staring deeply into mine.
We slowly move into a new tempo, go slow then fast, grunts, and words of love filling the room.
When we finish, and he falls asleep holding me, I know that this is the man who completes me.
I fall asleep snuggled into the arms of my man, smiling as I start to dream.
Christopher Cozzaglio
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Christopher Cozzaglio  Massachusetts
(Massachusetts)   
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