His eyes run up and down this target
He can hardly keep himself still
Control over his limbs are being lost
Every second that passes leaves another ounce of agony behind
And he can�t get her out of his mind�
He can feel the air move across the moist spot she left on his neck
Slowly, his eyelids close as he takes himself back in time
Her teeth gently pressing upon his skin as his grip upon her body tightens
And in turn, her teeth bare down even harder
And he sighs, content
Her tongue spirals where neck meets shoulder
And his body goes limp, giving her full control
Her hands run across his bare skin
Fingernails barely make contact, inducing a split-second spasm
He can feel her lips upon his chest, the barely escaping breath
Connected
Nerves are treated like glass, skin like its fragile
Delicate touch
Pheromones rising from their bodies, filling the air
She is captive in a world of sensuality
Exacting revenge upon her weathered emotions
And he can sense this
So the tables are turned
�This is about letting go��
He whispers into her ear as they switch roles
��letting go of past wounds��
Kissing her cheek, smiling
��allowing them to close��
Kissing her neck, taking in her scent
��and embracing the warmth that heals them��
Her hand finds the back of his neck
As his lips part, her rested hand becomes tense
And for hours, the two continue on just like this
Teasing each other�s senses, never going too far
Nothing perverse ever entered either mind
Just a nice, physical happiness that both have been denied
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