Sinful

your mouth rushes to meet mine

the feather-light brush of your fingertips down the lines of my collarbones makes me shiver

your head bends to trace the same path

your hands grip my hips and pull me closer

muscles tense as i jump and you hold me while my legs wrap around you

a few heart-pounding minutes later we let everything go

as for that new mattress  …

                                                   we didn’t quite make it

 

 

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