Her touch outlined a soft curve upon her lover’s neckline by tender pace, like in the act of memorizing the living glow from bare surface.
Quiet whisper touched across her lover’s nape as his lover drew into him, both limbs fitting into soft need.
The man replied in that slow embrace of mouths one that grew ever so by degrees, exploring every patience of her waiting.
The slightest contact kept soft, exploring rather not possessing, letting a rising warmth rise through soft pulses.
At last softly she quietly spoke the man’s word against that open breath, the sound carried the twin tenderness alongside need.
During a deep silent stillness both lovers found one cadence that seemed hardly resembling need but truer like private truth merely both among their bodies could share.
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