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By spaceman Date: 2003 Apr 01 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.01.15.53.18459]] |
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My hand at the back of her neck I push her to the bed, it cushions her fall, and deaf to her protest I strip away her robe so that the entire terrain of her back is exposed to me. I press my weight onto her to stop her struggle and I lace my fingers through hers and whisper against her neck a near growl as I kiss her. I'm sorry...sorry...sorry I repeat the refrain and feel her soften against me I was wrong wrong wrong the rhythm punctuated by my passion and her ragged cry of completion and when I kiss her neck this time she is a puddle of forgiveness. |