veneficusvenato (
veneficusvenato
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2011-11-26 03:20 pm (UTC)
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How is she ever supposed to think, want to think.
When his mouth keeps. And her spine is melting.
And she's leaning in to him, hands along his side.
"What if I am--" she finally manages, pulling back.
Only barely, before leaning down. In. To kiss his neck.
Then, again, slowly. Perfectly here -- no, perfectly
hers.
How she missed the taste of his skin this much? "-but not for food?"
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When his mouth keeps. And her spine is melting.
And she's leaning in to him, hands along his side.
"What if I am--" she finally manages, pulling back.
Only barely, before leaning down. In. To kiss his neck.
Then, again, slowly. Perfectly here -- no, perfectly hers.
How she missed the taste of his skin this much? "-but not for food?"