Gene Clark #3

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The warmth of sun radiated through the blinds,something warm was pressed up against your back,his arms entangled around you. "Gene"you say groggily,you turn around. He was laying there,half-dressed,a toothless grin plastered on his face. He leaned and sloppily kissed you,he dragged his lips down to your neck,nipping at sensitive patch of skin making you groan. "Not now"you says curling back under the covers, he whimpers "But,Darling" he kisses up behind your ear, he ran his finger along your arm,kissing a straight line along your skin. It was tempting,so you gave into his loving touch. The early morning rised, as the two young lovers,signifying there love,with simple touch,and a undeniable yearning.

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