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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.
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Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 8:37 AM UTC
Perfect Mornings
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.
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Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 8:37 AM UTC
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