Lover

She breathes in the delicate scent of clean skin and freshly washed hair. She counts the fine beads of moisture that cling to long lashes, void of mascara. The overwhelming urge to kiss comes over her, and she touches her lips gently to those that still taste faintly of wine. Her fingertips trace the curve of her lover’s neck, and she feels the pulse beat steady beneath the surface. The warmth of the day lingers on the air and the slowly fading light casts the room in a golden glow that makes her lover seem even more beautiful than normal. She wants to kiss her everywhere. She wants to, and she will.

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