Her cloths near the bedpost, she lie down on the bed prone, eyes and lips sealed. A smile that comes, not from humor, but from feeling peace, lightly kisses her mouth.

My eyes run down from her hair to her spine down to her feet. She's a meal to be had, she's a gem to be cherished, and I'm uncertain if I have what she needs. I'm only certain that I need a touch, perhaps a taste, if I may.

My fingers slide down the middle of her spine, feeling the softness, the freckles. I look at the shades of the color of her skin, and I'm lost in a trance-like state.

I could sense she's wondering if I like what I'm seeing, if I'm enjoying her.

I clear hair from her neck and ear... A kiss on her cheek, a little bite on her neck. She breathes in longer, grabbing the back of my neck as if asking me to stay close.

"So beautiful," I whisper.

"I know."

My palm strikes her hip with a swift clap, and she giggles. Cocky woman.

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