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It was sweet , it was blind, it was everywhere. Sweat
ran down our bodies, and her nails dug into my back
and her legs wrapped around me and we were close,
bonded in the middle, pulled together to make one
creature. We moved together, touching and caressing,
when she bit my shoulder, I cried out, but it only made
it better. We were blind with passion, on fire with love
and filled to the top with pleasure. We were one and
whole and together and every touch was a word and
emotion; the thought that she was thinking or I was
voicing. She crawled across the sheets to me, and
laid her head upon my heaving chest, and we breathed
heavy breaths together, long deep breaths, hard and
heavy with passion and exertion. Our bodies were
shining gold in the dim light from the lamp, and our
hair was falling onto the pillows in tangled mats.

I fell in love that night. She knew it was only sex.
And she left with the dawn.