His breath is heavy in my ear
And his body pulses above me
He is whispering that he loves me
I admire the ring on my finger
As they curl in his hair
I whisper back that I love him, too
And he moves faster
A shallow moan issues from his throat
Like a plead
So I give him more
One hand in his hair
The other at his back
Lips at his neck
And a moan of my own:
His name.
My breath runs away from me
And my body excites
I find his lips
With my own and give all that I have
I do the those little tricks
That I know will drive him crazy
Another moan.
He is pleased
We roll and I lead
From the floor
Into the paradise
Of warm blankets
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