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His hands were rough but gentle as their fingers both entwined. Hot breath. Slow but excited as it caressed their faces. His eyes lingered on her lips, flushed cheeks, Locked into her star spangled eyes. Heat rises. Bodies move closer Her lips touch his. Soft as a rose’s petals, plump as ripe peaches Tastes as sweet as summer nights. Her hand slides along his chest and rests on his face. Scratchy bark is what she feels on the tips of her fingers as they Rake along his jaw. He pulls her closer with a tender clout, His weight sinks into her with a sense of security, It seeps past her skin. Simple and slow they separate, Their eyes on each other were filled with Not a want, but… A need As they both realized that something real had just begun
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Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 5:37 PM UTC
Necessity
His hands were rough but gentle as their fingers both entwined. Hot breath. Slow but excited as it caressed their faces. His eyes lingered on her lips, flushed cheeks, Locked into her star spangled eyes. Heat rises. Bodies move closer Her lips touch his. Soft as a rose’s petals, plump as ripe peaches Tastes as sweet as summer nights. Her hand slides along his chest and rests on his face. Scratchy bark is what she feels on the tips of her fingers as they Rake along his jaw. He pulls her closer with a tender clout, His weight sinks into her with a sense of security, It seeps past her skin. Simple and slow they separate, Their eyes on each other were filled with Not a want, but… A need As they both realized that something real had just begun
Written by Emily McKinley 2010
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Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 5:37 PM UTC
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