Here, now, with our skins touching—kissing for a friction. Explosions rushing to its climax with beads of sweats raining. The excited breaths furiously escaping from our heated mouths. All lips were swollen; eyes were rolling for paradise. Everything that had died seemed to be revived.
After finally soaring above the highest peak, I toyed her velvety skin with my fingers. We were facing the bright, white moon—I was holding her tight; her back was meeting my hard chest.
“I lost my poetry.” I grunted out.
“Where did it go?” Huskiness reigned over her voice.
“I don’t know.”
“Have you found it?”
Vanilla mixed with a slight spice scent aroused my nostrils as I inhaled her bare body. I closed my eyes and grinned—I heard her sigh, then. “I didn’t let it go, anyway.” I said.
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