The Unjust Comments

Once something, was now nothing, infinite and definite - his lips to my lips, his hand on my face, my hand on his face, each kiss so repeatitive, but just as beautiful and new as the very first, when his leaned towards me, so shy, so innocent, so scared. His hands on my shaking body, eyes caught in an entrapping gaze with mine - the day I’d fallen in love.

His hands pulled past my shirt, his fingertips trailing up my back, along with the breeze - moving his hands under my breasts, massaging my rib bones, poking through my skin and shirt, more noticable the further aroused I became, arching my back pushing out my breasts, purposley for his mouth to caress.
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