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Butterflies |
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Amberzlynnc Member
since 2010-08-24
Posts 229New Jersey 
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At this point, words are not necessary. We shut the movie off, dim the lights and fall into each other’s embrace. My head finds its home on his chest while I listen to his heart race in between each of his slow, rhythmic breaths. I alternate between drawing obscure shapes on his shoulder with my fingers and running my hand through the curls of his perfectly disheveled hair. Simultaneously, his hand runs from the base of my neck, down my arm, and to my lower back, never lingering for more than a second before making its way back up. This motion repeats. And repeats. The movement of his hand is so soothing that my eyes begin to shut and my mind flirts with the notion of sleep. But sleeping in a situation like this would not be sensible. This situation is so calm, so tranquil, so relaxing, that I want to absorb every drop of its beauty into my conscious being. I lift my head the slightest bit, and he looks down at me. I kiss his soft cheek, flash him my most sincere smile, and proceed to sink back into the most comfortable position I’ve ever been in on this college dorm-room bed. Moments like this one instantaneously turn my stomach into a domicile for excited butterflies and I am not complaining. *Amber |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: Absolutely delightful! I have been married for decades and still I can enjoy what you describe here so beautifully, especially when the bed is cold and his chest is so invitingly warm.  Love, Margherita |
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