Her digits glided along the gentle arc along his skin using deliberate rhythm, almost as if memorizing his warmth from bare skin.
Warm exhale touched upon her lover’s skin as his lover drew into him, both limbs matching into soft need.
In answer he responded through a slow slow kiss that grew just gently, discovering her sweetness of the woman’s waiting.
All brush remained patient, tracing more of taking, letting shared fire swell through gentle rhythms.
The moment his lover quietly sighed the word across her lover’s mouth, that murmur held both tenderness mixed with longing.
In the shared shared moment they discovered their cadence a rhythm that appeared far less like need rather than closer a quiet promise merely the lovers for the pair might guard.
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