His hand in mine
Fingers laced together
He pulls me close
Lips so close to mine
Lets go of my hand
Wraps his arms around my waist
I rest my hands on his neck
He leans in
I close my eyes
Within a moment his perfect lips are resting on mine
His tongue licking my lips, begging for entrance
I open up
After a bit we part for air
He holds me close
Bending down to whisper in my ear
"You're my world, you're mine"
I just smile and take hold his hand
Looking up at the stars I sigh
His body pressed against mine
Warmth radiating off him
I whisper,
"This, my love, this is the perfect night"
Fingers laced together
He pulls me close
Lips so close to mine
Lets go of my hand
Wraps his arms around my waist
I rest my hands on his neck
He leans in
I close my eyes
Within a moment his perfect lips are resting on mine
His tongue licking my lips, begging for entrance
I open up
After a bit we part for air
He holds me close
Bending down to whisper in my ear
"You're my world, you're mine"
I just smile and take hold his hand
Looking up at the stars I sigh
His body pressed against mine
Warmth radiating off him
I whisper,
"This, my love, this is the perfect night"
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Author:
Cynthia Whittaker (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 12th, 2018 06:45
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Sweet!
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