Slowly kissing her neck,
she whispers sweet somethings beyond my fragmented intellect.
Softly breathing her breath,
swallowing her sweat,
never to regret as she watches my hands move around her enticing breasts.
Her skin-tight jeans wrapped around her cheeks like an infested disease,
not letting her skin breath –
unravel with ease revealing:
her slight legs,
beautiful feet and lingerie –
wrapped up like a gift set.

She waits for it to enter her wet,
tight for a moment before shuddering on the soft silver bed sheets.
She smiles and watches with all intent.
Then we laugh together as life was meant.

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