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by Ave Jeanne |
| into a puddle of warm the room is dark. only a breeze invades this privacy. there is the faint aroma of vanilla, from a nearby candle, full moon floats through this open window. i stand in front of you. eyes deep into eyes, my hands reach upwards and run through your hair. fingers find their way to you ear, linger for awhile, then crawl at your neck, your chin, your neck, across your moist lips. now, with hands i am at your broad shoulders, notice how my hands slide down your chest, tender at feel, for your warmth, your heartbeat, your reaction. they move down and across your strength, to wrap around you like a tight glove. my lips soon discover your lips, incessantly i kiss. tongue makes tracks across your lips, for what seems like an hour, back and forth stroking. then, softly my tongue enters your mouth. moonlight dims as we and our candle melt into a puddle of warm |
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