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The ice, touches my lips, as you slide it across my body watching the solid liquid melt. Annother feeling now not as obvious as everything else. your lips caressing my stomach, as you work your way towards my mouth, and once again that tingling split; down my spine. your palms, in mine, holding on, as we reach the depths, together. Feeling your breath on my skin and I sigh, sigh with joy; content. Holding your face, like an apple pulling you in, for one last bite. Now the rush hour is over and our dance, no longer in time I close my eyes, letting you take over reaching sunrise right after the sunset. |
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