The woman tips traced a soft shape over the warm neckline with tender rhythm, like if mapping his temperature across her lover’s flesh.
Gentle exhale brushed against bare nape and then she pressed nearer, the two limbs fitting into quiet want.
Her lover responded through that lingering embrace of mouths a kiss that opened quite by degrees, exploring the tenderness from his lover’s waiting.
The slightest touch kept slow, learning instead than demanding, feeling that heat grow by slow rhythms.
As the woman slowly spoke the call across the lips, that whisper brought the twin tenderness mixed with need.
Within this quiet common calm both lovers created a pace that became less like need rather than rather a quiet promise that the two of their bodies were able to hold.
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