Hearing that song and thinking about you.
Thinking about being with you.
You being here as the music and candlelight bring out the feelings that we've convinced ourselves we shouldn't act on.
We softly introduce our lips.
Once
Or twice.
Until we get more comfortable with touching honestly as our dormant feelings move us.
And pursed lips don't satisfy like loose ones.
Your fingers inch towards my spine, pulling me closer making our wanted exchange possible.
My tongue brushes your lips and your desires respond.
And now the boundaries are gone
And the feelings have been fully unmasked.
Your excitement makes you move fast.
Whisper, "slow..."
And it's like it used to be, but better.
Like a dance perfected.
And then you're deeply taking in my soul
And I sigh as I let you.
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