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The Long Torso Home

Standing above me, there you are. My patent leather stiletto resting on your chest. Im just staring at you in anticipation. You are staring back with a thickness in your eyes.

Time seems to stand still.

It’s funny, because I have been here before, with you. And today, it feels a bit different. We are moving slower, taking our time to soak it all in – not just the obvious but the elements around us that accentuate our moment.

Now, you are there. Your skin is so warm, like a blanket covering my naked body. I can just make out your slight smile, as I close my eyes and am there with you, nowhere else. Your body begins to sink into mine. My fingers trace your long torso, like a map that leads to that much anticipated destination.

In synch, we are, enjoying every second along the way….A long exhale, a long torso home.

Music mood: RCHP ” Can’t stop”

I'm a writer and a lover not a fighter, except if I really want something.

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