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Click hereI've dreamt of the scent of your skin and the taste of your tongue for too many nights.
I have a vision of you.
I see you in full color, in the hours before dawn.
I want what I cannot have.
I want what I deny myself.
I murmer your name.
I reach for you.
I fall into your arms.
I feel your breath on my neck.
I invade your mouth with my tongue, seeking yours.
I feel your teeth breaking my skin.
I tremble as electricity pours through my veins.
I imagine your body heat searing into my exposed skin.
I want you to bruise me with your mouth and your fingertips.
I trail my fingertips down the bumps of your spine.
I run the palm of my hand across your shoulders.
I interlace your fingers with mine.
I plead.
I murmer your name, each syllable exotic to my ears.
I caress every inch of your skin.
I move my mouth to you.
I taste you there.
I breathe faster.
I see you above me.
I catch myself whimpering.
I open my eyes expecting to see you above me.
I lick my lips, expecting to taste a trace of your saltiness there.
I extract myself from the sheets.
When does it become no longer you and I, but we and us?