A blur of grasping limbs, eyes meeting in adoring gazes, and smirks that melt my heart is all I see.
Soft moans, satisfied gasps, and bits of giddy chuckles coat my ears in the most melodic way.
Grasping at strained muscles, soft skin, and gripping sheets until my hands go numb, a sheen of sweat making itself evident on my skin reminds me what it is to feel.
The flavor of a seltzer that was never very good, and the mild hint of salt coming from lips that taste like they could give me life.
Whiffs of flower and fresh showers were so intoxicating, I don't think sobriety is meant for me without it.
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Monica Carneiro
Novelist, Journalist, and Script/Screenplay Writer. I am just trying to write some relatable content. Hope you all enjoy!
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