Her mound is cold. Dirty
fingernails stark against the
white flesh of her belly. A
flutter of steam exhales from
blood-red lips. An eternity has
passed, or so it seems, since
a twinkle of light fell across
her prone body. Suddenly
like a thousand butterfly wings
warm tendrils caress her hair,
spikey eyelashes flutter under
the weight. Hot breath from
an unexpected kiss stirs her
flesh-white hot points rise
in recognition. A solid form
takes shape abover her
shivering skin, feminine
in nature, Love come home.
A flutter of eyelids and she's
face to face with all she has
dreamed, hope renewed, and
a saving warmth from within.
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