11 January 2008

Top Down

Feather light kisses, whispers and words on the skin. Tingling promises on the spine. The two of them coming together as dancers in the night. Candle flames flickering casting shadow on the walls. Breathless sighs. Fingers trail down a thigh, across an arm, eyes close. Limbs tangled, acrobatics, moving together as one. Taste, touch, and thrill, ecstasy. Reaching fingers pulling down grasping at her top. Tugging, twisting, and wrenching it over her head. Mouth buried on skin, burning fire and passion. It rises higher like the candle flames flickering against the wall. Soft moan, back arching.

Quietly, she whispers “no.”

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