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By CordovaGirl Date: 2004 Apr 20 Comment on this Work [[2004.04.20.03.45.15470]] |
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My hair boasted of apple and citrus as he tousled the delicious scent through his wanting fingers. Right now, I don't need words to describe how love pulls me to him. He knows in the way I shift my curves to curve with his, as I curb my appetite to remain close to his breath, our smiles liplocked and tongue-tied. He cups my cheek to touch the softness I locked in my skin to keep his fingers satisfied. A breath away from dreaming, he murmurs, "how did you know I love ap-" "apple and citrus." We laugh at the surround sound. He knows in the way I shampoo my hair too. God I hope we never stop finishing each other sentences. |