I cupped his face in my hand and slowly rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and soaking up his manly aroma, a sensory indulgence like smelling freshly pressed linen or waking up to the smell of fresh toast. Gently I kissed his moist welcoming lips ever so lightly.
Was it that time again to say goodnight; see you tomorrow my memories?
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Goodness, that takes me back to 1999! What a year!!
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