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Alone, we sit. My eyes lock into yours.
A blazing fire of emotion burns within me.
I lean closer, lifting my arm, and placing my hand upon your face, gently caressing your dark hair, soft and fragrant, and brushing your caramel skin gently, feeling the soft, warm glow of your life flow blend with mine.
My lips, slightly chapped, reach towards your, as they part slowly, revealing a whisper of "I love you", as I press them around yours, circling your lips as they part and interlock with mine.
Your hands brush against my back, touching me gingerly yet curiously at the same time, as if you were that nervous boy I met last summer. You pull me in closer, as I feel the warmth eminating from your body, dancing and intertwining with my own.
I open my mouth to let your tongue in and you do so, as I move my hand to your neck...and further down...
...and then the door opens, and a voice from a room away says "I'm ho-ome!"...
...so much for that.
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