WordsShe wanted words written just for her words that would spread her out across a canopied bed and make love to her in ways no man could words that would trail up the pale perfection of her thighs and bind her wrists immaculate words that would kiss the arch and thrust of her hips caught like birds in flight and roll her tongue in silk words that would rush the dark and keep night from the windows and breathe her heart solitaryWords
PerfectHe wasn't anything she wanted in a man. She found his mouth confusing and the pierce of his gaze unsettled her and made her skin feel small. He asked too many questions with the brandish of his hips and his tongue broke promise with the stories mother told about good girls and heaven. She did not like the way his eyes counted the buttons on her shirt like angels or the rude words that raked against her dreams and made perfect sense or how the way he said her name under his breath made that place between her hips go rough likPerfect
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I would stop taking my clothes off in public, but i refuse to bow down to 'The Man'!
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