He brushed his skin,
Pressing into mine,
Planted little kisses,
And burning tiny hickeys,
Sliding down under,
To my forest undiscovered,
Placed his head in between,
Too good for a sin,
Three, four, five rings echoed,
Then a notification followed,
A message popped in the screen
"Honey, where have you been?"
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