A little later,
ensues once more
a round of slow, rhythmic passion
on the bed
facing, feeling,
her arms embracing
his shoulders,
brushing her nipples
against his chest,
round breasts bouncing,
his hands grasping
her chest, neck, face
with his hips solidly rocking
back and forth,
and them kissing
with tongue, breath, and moan,
and filling their heads drunk
with emotion
and affection.
He comes
inside her once more,
his hands grappling
her full buttocks,
locking her in,
her grinding her hips,
letting everything in deep,
breathless,
gasping for air,
finding herself lost
in his eyes.
Then, he fills a basin with water
and soaks
two clean cloths.
After a while, he squeezes one,
allowing the dribbling
of excess water droplets
back in the bowl.
He uses the towel
to wipe her face,
neck, arms,
chest, legs,
and the area
between her legs,
while she sits
at the corner
of his bed
with her legs spread.
She shudders
at the cold, yet tender contact
of his towel
with her bare skin.
She shuts her eyes,
and her heart bubbles
with sheer glee.
He is the only man I want
to spend eternity with.
He reaches for another bowl,
fills it with water, cool and clear,
lets it kiss the tips of her curls,
rinsing, squeezing,
fingers gentle, patient.
"You have such
long, lovely, fragrant hair,"
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RomantizmShe is undoubtedly one of the most memorable historical figures in her empire. During her time, she had the loveliest face, possessed the most impressive prowess in battle, donned the finest dresses, wore the most jewelry, garnered the most friends...
