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No. As opposed to the cliché romance I read,
His hands weren't calloused and his touch wasn't tender.
In a state of heated passion,
My body, entwined as one with his and subjected to his lingering teases,
His hungry kisses rose in a delightful crescendo—
Nipping and sucking and biting
Yet, it was never enough.
His greedy moans were a sweet melody demanding more
And more he took. And gave.
Gradually, he brought me down from my high
And left me reeling, sated.
© EM
His hands weren't calloused and his touch wasn't tender.
In a state of heated passion,
My body, entwined as one with his and subjected to his lingering teases,
His hungry kisses rose in a delightful crescendo—
Nipping and sucking and biting
Yet, it was never enough.
His greedy moans were a sweet melody demanding more
And more he took. And gave.
Gradually, he brought me down from my high
And left me reeling, sated.
© EM
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