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His lover touch traced that arc over that broad collarbone in slow rhythm, as if she were savouring the living temperature from that surface.
Soft whisper kissed upon her lover’s throat when she pressed into him, their bodies melting into soft need.
The man met her with one slow embrace of mouths that opened ever so without rush, savouring the sweetness of gentle stillness.
All contact continued slow, mapping rather of taking, allowing a rising fire build by tender surges.
When the woman quietly breathed the word upon warm breath, the soft whisper carried at once affection plus desire.
During this quiet common stillness she and he discovered their pace a rhythm that remained hardly as rush and far more more resembling secret that the two among their hearts could share.
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