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Your warm, yet trembling hands caress my lower hips.
 I'm focused on the soft roundness of your slight double chin
and fighting the urge to press my cheek into it.
Everything about your external presence is alluring, drawing me in.
I want to drink from the waters hidden below. 
Regardless of all the times, I've had you, I find myself always thirsty for more.

 Sheets of rain protect us from the prying eyes of the outside world as you 
throw me onto the bed. 
The down bedding is cool against my feverish form.
The pale mint green of the walls dissolves in a wave of ecstasy he digs his chubby
fingers into the tense muscle of my shoulders. 
I reach down, twisting my hand through the soft flesh of his upper thighs;
their thick, fluffiness sending a whirlwind through me.

He dreams in black and white
and is plagued with apprehension. 
Sometimes he makes me feel that our existence is nothing more than a film on a screen.
He's there to live and die for me.
I move at the slightest touch of his.

My breathing becomes hot and erratic
and there's only one word to describe him.
Everything. 
I knew him at a different time; another life.
I knew when his eyes met mine that I had loved him before.
I love the way he loves me.
 I'm seduced by his darkness and my underlying cynicism never fails to thrill him.
A perfect blend of dark chocolate and sea salt.