Your hand on my jaw, holding me close as we kiss, tongues circling in a slow, deep rhythm.
My teeth catch your lower lip, a light nibble drawing a soft sigh into my mouth.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” I murmur against your skin.
No rushing. Just you and me.
Every morning, we get a chance to be
different. A chance to change. A
chance to be better. Your past is your
past. Leave it there.
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Get on with the future part.
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