How smooth the hand glides and guides the body’s movement as the minutes turn to hours and the heater has presented itself 3 times. Sweat beads forming on the nape of the neck as the tongue rolls over the collar bone and legs become more inviting. “It’s so hot in here” escapes and the mood softens as bodies fall together in laughter. Strong arms to carry across the kitchen floor as the thermometer is adjusted and the flickering candlelight rest easy in our eyes. There’s always been such a sweet passion whenever time has allowed itself to be in our presence. The secret life of the grown and unfaithful. Countless times have led to the finale but the finale is never as subtle, always leaves the insatiable yearning. 200 goodbyes leads to 201 hellos….
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