reflection

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It's the morning when she catches him in his most pure state. The warm light coming through the shades, casting rivets along his bare torso. A single beam rests over his eyes, still closed in deep sleep.

The sensuality of him, the sexuality is too good to her. She could almost drown in the memories of his own vibe just taking over her in the best way possible. Big hands, broad shoulders, tall and just so perfectly filled out.

She twirls a finger in his long hair, smiles when he turns to bury his face in her arm, the covers sliding down just that bit more.

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