Love

He makes love to me for the first time.
Primal emotions and gentle actions.
Breathless, we lay in the warmth of my bed.
He lay behind me.
I can feel his heart beating at my back.
Slow and steady.
His chest rising and falling in peaceful waves.
I wonder if he can feel my heart; my breathing.
I see the wolf tattoo on his forearm.
The black lines twist and curl to make the tribal shape.
I trace the lines with my finger.
I kiss them and watch goosebumps form.
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Love by Idgie Stark is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

Author: idgiestark

Writer of things.

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