And The Train Comes 'Round...
Tenderness,aching in her chest,
when he holds
her close...
Little flames
that flicker
as he runs a hand
down her back...
Warmth,
on her fingertips,
that slid up
underneath his shirt...
Shivers,
sighs and smiles,
as he
lifts up hers...
Rough and
smooth,
dark and
light...
Trapped, but not;
between the bed and him,
things feel
just right...
Pants come off,
demin sliding
against skin,
the little flames
get bigger
and roar...
And then the screen
goes black
and the
train
whistle sounds....
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