The Perfect Night

Cynthia

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"
  • Author: Cynthia Whittaker (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 12th, 2018 06:45
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 14
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  • Jamie

    Sweet!



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