Come, My Love... The radio plays Rachmaninoff; the music pulls me...where are you? Where are your words? Ah...there you are...you were gone and I grew cold. I fell asleep? Hmmm, that is understandable. You are at fault, you alone controlled what happened! Now, it is for me to decide! Come... The sun shines on the lake...we can feel the warmth of the sun through the window... Lie here beside me, the burgundy silk spread welcomes us once again. No, do not add anything to cover your body; it would interfere Yes, I still will wear the silk, if that is what you want. I knew you would like to feel it as I slide from place to place... Soon, soon. rest now. I move to touch you, to kiss your chest, your nipples! No, No, you must not move, it is my time. A taste of wine, my lips travel next to yours, still wet from the wine. You are permitted to respond, but not to move, dear one. Rolling, the silk moving over your skin, I enclose your body between my legs, sitting lightly, slowly ...
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