You took my hand in yours. I watched your fingers trace the sweets in this area so tender and moist on top of the hand between thumb and forefinger. My whole being vibrated at your fingertips. Without removing your face from my hand in yours, you've whispered that I was sweet ...
the sound of your voice, my fingers have revived and are twisted to yours. There was so much to read into this small gesture ... "You missed me terribly," said my fingers are retained want to tighten the strongest, as if they had wanted to keep them always cons ... We talked about our lives, or perhaps we have exchanged a few commonplaces of use ... I do not remember very well. I only remember the chills that shook loose flesh of your fingers on my skin ...
Side by side, we were moving our fingers, careful to do nothing to break the charm by which your fingers made love to mine. Then my body was packed, I want you spilled ... Your breath on my neck, your body and I had so desired, there, so close ...
The dam has burst.
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