He holds her hand and she feels the heat in his palm.
Light fingers run down her spine and her skin tingles.
For what seems like hours he touches
Rubs
Feels
And caresses in silence
Soft reed music and a waterfall
Converse in hushed tones
As his hands listen to her
They soothe. They stir nerve ends.
“Ta peau est douce” he says quietly.
She smiles as all of her awareness
Gathers to the skin under his fingers
Yes
unbuttoned or undone 
Ouf, un peu torride, cherie!
Mais tu ecris la magie, comme toujours.
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Je ne peux pas m’arreter de rire et de rougir en meme temps!
Tu es merveilleux. Merci
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ooh la la
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Parfois… 😉
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don’t be shy, tout le temps!
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Shaking my head here. 🙂
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I don’t think anything other than yes would be appropriate! I need to read more poetry
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There is always “Oui”. 😉
Thank you Noel, you made me laugh.
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My work is done here, am going to bed now.
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Yes, Please… It’s only polite 🙂
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Funny man
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…and I thought your only love was the Med ! This is beautiful, Emm. And, “yes” is quite appropriate, and enough.
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Not quite, but close…;-)
It’s all about what is unsaid isn’t it?
I am glad you enjoyed it, thank you.
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