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Just once, just enough
The rise and fall of her chest, almost hypnotic and mesmerising, difficult to withstand himself
from.
Her lids shut over her eyes, picture-painted elegance and laced with a hidden beauty.
Her arms, one underneath her pillow another soughing out his half of the bed,
As he watched her, drifting between awake and rest, he watched her
Not superficial or over-femininely induced.
But radiant. Womanly. Natural.
Sacred and Secretive, beautifully secretive... and disallowed for fear of ruthless intention.
The intention had already been brought upon, though hasty and unsure in it's progression.
They were already there.
In her bed, she'd brought him.
Just once, just enough?
The rise and fall of her chest, almost hypnotic,
Stopped him from leaving.
Stopped him from cutting it dead, and let loose on the world.
The rise and fall of her chest, almost hypnotic,
Caused him to stay all night.
Just like he feared it would.
He may have been stupid in his approach,
But he was *never* blind.
Not for a second.
She kept him that way.
Looking at her,
Almost hypnotised,
At The rise and fall of her chest, almost hypnotic.
And laced with an undeniable drug.
Fear, hope, lust and passion rippling in waves around each other,
Keeping either of them from leaving,
Stopping him from ending it,
Preventing her from running,
Just once, just enough...
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Likey?
No Likey?
Tell me anyways,
No 1's fed me in a while, ...? :)
Athena