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"Rendezvous Part: 1"
Door clicking Shut Behind us Deafening In the silent darkness Outdone Only By the sound Of our laboured breathing Soon Finding myself Pressed Against the wood door Lips Savage Upon my own Fingers Tearing At my shirtfront Quickly moving Pinning her Against the door Assuming The “Upper Hand” Taking hold Of wrists Held above Her head Firmly Kissing her Roughly Then Pulling back Mustering Every ounce of Patience I have Finally Releasing Her hands Moving my own To Her shoulders Keeping Her pressed Against the door Pinioned by my hips Sliding The fabric of her jacket From Her shoulders Letting It slide To the floor My lips Returning To The oasis Of hers Drawing The longest drink From Their depths Placing my hands At the front Of her blouse Slowly Drawing the buttons Through Each Buttonhole My fingers Tracing Along the edge Of The fabric Teasing The skin Revealled Feeling my heart Pounding Like a Jackhammer Beneath The confines Of My rib cage The rhythm Echoing The thunder Outside Her hands Go To My waist Trying To Pull me Closer The only way I could be Closer Is To Be Buried Deep Inside her
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