

Open WindowThey were sleeping - 9:36 pm on the clock beside the bed. The room smelled of love and lust and rain. The window was open. The sheets were tangled into shapes of twisted ghosts about their peaceful limbs and damp with perspiration and humidity.Open Window
9:38 pm and there were kisses on her shoulder - pleading and teasing and desirous. Warm petals like the roses he gave her. She could smell him - a mixture of sweat and skin and something indefinably him. He was tasting her on the tip of his tongue and she was a flavor of music, perfection, and porcelain.
Her dry lips parted with a palpable gasp and he drug her, pushed and pu
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