I remember moments, not days
by
Jay's World
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One night
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He says I'm graceful when I move, but I have never before seen someone so beautiful in their movements.
His back.
His arms.
His hips.
In.
Out.
Swirl.
Deep.
Slow.
Deliberate.
And his face. Screwed up in furrows and smiles and oh.
He's not afraid to ask, to feel his way there, to make me feel good.
I don't have to lie to him. Not here. Not between white cotton sheets.
"Isabel!"
"Edward!"
It's late, I'm wet (from the thunderstorm, pervs!) and feeling lonely. How to make up for it? Writing drabble-lemons... Any good?