I sat upon the swing in the yard, placed my lips beneath his lips. I whispered his name. I fingers danced across his skin. Our dance was our alone. We moved to a rhythm only heard by us. Our dance was our alone.
I look into his eyes. I feel everything. Inside and out. His repetition has me wanting more.
I wrap myself around, pull him closer, as I imagine remaining here like this but soon it will come to an end.
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