Her lips were cool and tasted of water, slow currents, darkness. For a moment he felt like he'd drown in it, but she kept him afloat. He clung to her, drinking air from her mouth, letting his body flow against hers, falling deeper and deeper into the undertow. Wow!
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Date: 2010-10-09 05:49 pm (UTC)That is about as good as it gets.
Peace,
Bubba