I stumbled in the room. She wasn't pleased
by anyone at all before—the give
of blankets around her legs. It would please
me were I a form holding her, to give
a suggestion of her nude. She sat there with
her legs a bit open, I leaned to give
her my tongue and its song, she bit me with
her teeth. I thought I smelled a mature rose
underneath her dress, explored her with
my nose and breath. The petals of the rose
were folding fragrant, I lowered to give
my self to them. Her small of back arose
from the surface that held her, I moved with
her hips until she told me to please stop.
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