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The One

Go to sleep. She whispers in my ear as i dift away into my dreams while my eyes closed gently. She touches my lips with her finger. Her soft lips give my neck a gentle soothing. She places her hand on my hip. Letting her finger go up and down my stomach and breast feeling ever curve i hide underneath my clothes. The moon light sliding through the window blinds giving us a sense of awareness. From her touch i recieve goosebumps forming all over my body. My body aches for her. Longs for her. Needs her. She can tell by my eyes that i'm craving for her love. She takes my hand and places it on her lips, down to her chest and stops. I can tell she nervous by the way her hand shakes on mine. This is her first time, you can tell. But it wont be her last. She slowing removes my hand from her chest and brings it onto her back, dragging it down lower until she reaches her nice ass. She then takes off her shirt and as she still shakes i can no longer take this game she wishes to play. i can no longer watch this beautiful piece of art and not feel ever inch of it. And that's when it began and ended. For the first time i made love and for the first time i saw the meaning of the words my mother use to tell me. She was "The One"