He caressed my knee, his thumb rubbing smoothly on my pale skin.
I leaned my head back into his, smelling the musk on his hair.
Hand to his hand, I traced his protruding bones.
I held it for life as his other hand went to my shirt.
Button after button, they all came off.
At the very last, he held on, playing with the tuff on my stomach.
He reached in and grazed his hand on my chest.
I put my hand around his head and moved him closer.
His breathing warmed my neck.
One of his hands on my thigh, the other on my chest.
I edged my foot towards his, heel to toe.
His big toe dug firmly against my ankle.
His hand moved from my thigh to peel off my shirt.
He kisses me on my nape.
My back arches.
We watch the moon slowly set.
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