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fresh. young. nubile.

nothing separated her from me save for merciless distance. one that yearned to cease. the seconds had lost its own count. so has the soft breeze that attempted to ease the surmounting tense. broiling in me. we assessed each other. anticipating. i could almost hear my own heartbeat.

i ripped it away in height of the moment. catching her off-guard and surprised. took her by the neck and grab a lustful of her long hair. watching her gasped with wide eyes. and let her naked body lay bare before me. untouching. unflinching. i let my gaze caressed the length of her body. every inch of her beautiful skin. the tenderness she wanted so much to conceal and the appealing mounds that were embarrassed by this shocking attention. her long limbs and awkwardness. her eyes never leaving my cold gaze. the soft breeze embraced the uneasiness that her body displayed.

i released my clutch away from her. leaning away.
i offered a smile.
i wanted her calm and collected. not trembling and bashful.

i was in no mood to comfort.
not like i used to.

she was reaching for the cloth. pieces that i have torn apart. she felt unprotected and exposed. it wasnt that, i thought. she was trying to remove the feeling of being unwanted. as i continued staring. i supposed she noticed there werent much excitement in these eyes. she has failed to initiate anything more than a burgeoning curiosity.

my mind did wonder. the journey of discovering the physical pleasure that her body offered. the meeting of our lust and excitement. and i the lover. the worshiper. the animal. she the temple. the sensual explosion. one that i ravaged again and again. what a lovely picture.

i offered her coffee instead. i wanted her alert.
and to not forget.
what i have taken from her tonight.