A gift (Erotica)
by Veronica Harder
The door opens and I step through. The door is swinging shut and I am kissed. It is you. A hand, yours, reaches up and rests in my hair, pulling me into you. A hand, mine, finds the small of your back and presses you against me. There is a dancing of tongues. Our free hands meet -- yours guides mine to rest on your hip, then joins your other on the back of my neck.
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