Hold me don't let go
Even if it's just for tonight
Let our hands intertwine
Wrap your rough masculine hands into my hair
Pull my head back
Make our lips whole
Connect them
Feel the flushed skin underneath
your rising body
As you chant my name AuroraA deep raspy voice brings me back to reality.
"You were great love" he says as he kisses the dimple on my knuckles.I smile,
A smile you do when you will do anything to please your man.
Even if you are only his dawn."Are you staying over?" I question in a whiny voice.
"Love you know I can't stay the morning" he replies.I wrap the pink satin cover over my slinky body. The moon shines on my toned legs onto my perky breast showing a caramel goddess with thick hair that her ancestors praised. His hand brushes against my brown 4c knotted hair and automatically he knew he was forgiven.
Who could blame him?
I'm his aurora, the dawn
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Aurora
Teen FictionWho could blame him? I'm his Aurora, the dawn. Read the following drama and find out the meaning of dawn to different individuals.