Saturday, May 3rd, 2003 | 5:10
By (inspired, done, held)

She bites my earlobe and I feel it in my legs. I lick her wrist crosswise slower than molasses to watch her other hand claw her thigh.
I stradle her chest, pinning her arms with my knees and devour her neck with uninhibited enthusiasm.
In public, I sneak up behind her and breathe warm and heavy on the back of her neck, teasing her with the fact that we can't rip each other's clothes off there and then.

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