The Kiss

I turn to you and our lips meet. Our tongues dance together, in a slow waltz of intimate affection. My hands grip your shoulders. You slide your hands under me, caressing over my back as you reach under and lift. My legs go around your waist. We do not break the kiss as you carry me towards the bedroom.


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