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The Meeting

He stood before me for the first time
I could feel myself unravelling with want
his shirt loose and unbuttoned but
not all the way
jeans that fit so snuggly

I wanted to reach out and touch him so badly
but I needed to take him all in
breathe him in with my eyes
he was so much more
beautiful in person than I expected
his smooth skin a deep golden brown
his dark hair wavy against his brow
his eyes a much deeper golden brown
I wanted to find myself drowning in
his nose sharp and straight
his lips just the right amount of fullness
that made you want to bite into them
ripe as an apple

his neck smooth and utterly delectable
I was dying for a taste....
my eyes following that button line
I could hold myself back no longer
and he was waiting so patiently for me
to make the first move...
Written by jemac
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