That Night

by The Writer   Jan 24, 2014

The feel of his fingers along my skin.
The feel of his lips pressed against mine.
The way his skin felt against mine.
Almost like a puzzle
Finding their places.
The way he traced my skin
The way he licked my neck
The way he touched me
Ever so delicately
Almost as if it were a dream.
But like all good dreams...
They must come to an end.
So at last
My beautiful dream
Came to


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  • 4 years ago

    by Mohan

    May be its came to an end but no end for that memories..
    nice write

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