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Rated NC-17
A weight depresses the mattress next to her as she half wakes in the starlight gloom. He comes to her at night, twisting through her dreams. A kiss. A sigh. Hot hands on her naked body. A mouth on her breast. He parts her thighs and slips between. Heat and moisture, hard, hot and slick. The dark head above her. The golden body inside her. The ache between her legs. Satisfied.
A kiss. A promise. He's gone.
Slide back into sleep, let the phantom lover slip away like smoke.
Morning.
A rose on her pillow. Was it only a dream?
Feedback? Please. Shayenne
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