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pal·in·drome n
1. a word, phrase, passage, or number that reads the
same forward and backward (in this instance, a passage
that reads the same forward and backward by sentence).
The sun slipped, without fanfare, past the coupling of sky and land. A red-orange glow flowed through the skylight, filling the room.
I didn't see it, but I felt the extra warmth as he sneaked closer to snuggle beside me. Warm. Safe. I was drifting-not quite asleep.
His lips brushed my ears; fingers traced my eyelids. I shivered delightfully.
"I love you."
He didn't need to tell me, but I wouldn't complain.
"I love your breasts." He bent his head, took one nipple between his lips. His fingers stroked gently up my thighs.
I stretched. Arms up. Long. Hard. He warmed my sleepy lips with kisses. Felt him slide up, over, covering my body with his.
The day was young; he was full of promises.
"Lie back, let me show you how much I love you."
And later, while we weren't watching, the day turned around, slipping from morning to afternoon as we lay in bed, sipping iced teas, eating cold leftovers.
"Lie back, let me show you how much I love you."
The day was young; he was full of promises.
Felt him slide up, over, covering my body with his. He warmed my sleepy lips with kisses. Hard. Long. Arms up. I stretched.
His fingers stroked gently up my thighs.
He bent his head, took one nipple between his lips. "I love your breasts." He didn't need to tell me, but I wouldn't complain.
"I love you."
I shivered delightfully. His lips brushed my ears; fingers traced my eyelids. I was drifting-not quite asleep. Safe. Warm.
I didn't see it, but I felt the extra warmth as he sneaked closer to snuggle beside me.
A red-orange glow flowed through the skylight, filling the room.
The sun slipped, without fanfare, past the coupling of sky and land.