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Tell me a story I'll remember. The kind that makes me quiver as you speak. Read to me poetry before the sun goes down. We're pillow talking so there's always more to go around. I welcome the sounds of your verbal vibrations. Drawing me in without hesitation. Att our most vulnerable we surrender to boundless discussion. Sure to render all assumptions. With my head laid gently on your chest your heartbeat like an instrument; to score your fables. Occasionally you lean in to kiss my cheek. Muttering things I can't repeat. We play truth or dare underneath the sheets. Sharing skin on satin seams. Your hands play with my breasts as I listen intently to you confess the explicit details of the women you had. Your war stories raw with detail, charge the direction of my perspective. Your imagination painting my endorphins with timeless impression. Feels like we could stay here forever. Pillow talking until we drift into dream. Putting an end to both our stories.
Written by: Dez Sevena
