Her eyes brown, with a glow
of orange; almost as if she
was plotting something sinister.
Her skin soft. A kind
of silk I wanted to rub across my skin
in an almost repetitive motion.
Her touch moist, warm, and endless.
Something every man
wished was wrapped around him.
Her movements slow.
They began to increase as more experience
was gained by feeling more comfortable and free.
Her eyes a hazel color better seen now that the shade has fallen.
Her skin soft with a small portion of roughness that needs to be hit.
Her touch caresses my body as hers mimics my actions and convulses.
Her movements stalled.
She catches her breath.
Memories of last night.
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