There was a moment, last night, you touched the essence of me. Just a moment that lay me bare, vulnerable, defenseless. Silken skin sliding against skin, lips pressed against lips, fingers entwined. A work-roughened hand scraping against sensitized skin as back arched I offered my flesh to you. A gift accepted.
Lips trailing over moist fevered contours, soft meowlings and thighs parted in tremulous need, I lay open to you. All that I am, all that I was, all that I will be. A gift rejected.
There was a moment, last night, you touched the essence of me. It was but just a moment.
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But equally sad from the story.......Mick.
Rob