It was midnight by the time you got me settled on my bed. You were carefully trying to take away my dress while I was bubbling like a drunken mess. I felt blurred as my dress was being burred. You bit your bottom lip at the sight of my moonlit skin. I laid on you my hand and felt your skin flamed. You hesitantly hovered at top of myself uncovered. I gasped as I remembered when I felt you last. You took one glare and I fantasized of you bare.
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