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Jawlines traced with butterfly kisses.
Nimble fingers playing flesh like piano keys.
Air escaping open mouths in guttural moans.
Names poised on lips, lungs ready to explode.
Lips swollen, tingling from hard kisses.
Clothes strewn on the ground like Christmas wrappings.
Curtains drawn, lights low, eyes half-lidded.
The darkness masks the passion.
Alcohol runs through veins mixed with lust.
Passion grinds hips together, lips parted, sound escaping.
The names that are poised don’t escape, not the right names.
Hearts are pounding, breathing ragged, arms distantly aching.
She twists beneath him, aching for more, needing more.
Music pounds, voices raised over drum beats, drunken slurs.
Pleasure seeping through now, taking control.
Voices raise together, moans of delight, eyes closed.
No names, no faces in the dark room.
Waves of pleasure, wave after wave, nothing else.
Breathing slows, heads loll back, movement stops.
He rolls off her, joining her by her side.
Eyes still closed, clothes reclaimed, pulled on quickly.
The darkness masks regret.
Just another one night stand.