You're in a
tight embrace, lips locked in sweet seduction. You nudge her onto the bed and
in that one second, she looks up at you and she smiles.
It could turn
into a laugh. a feminist this one. carefree, lustful. cherishing the few
moments of desire, not too worried about the snuggle or the talk after.
unabashed, a woman confident in her
own skin, it's just about her and probably that's all there will be...
It could be a
shy curve of the lips, a mystifying smile this one. She'll stare deep into your
eyes and hope to see the love reflect, the love for which she gave her heart
away.
It may well
be a Cheshire cat grin. a naughty smirk at that. reading your
thoughts, knowing what you've planned out, counting
the minutes, playing along. true care fueled by deep
passion, teasing lightly. like she knows well where to lead it to or
lead you into finding it out.
Or it could be the restrained giggle. a joyful chuckle camouflaged. layers of pain, of betrayal and agony. she likes you but will hold
her back. a stolen kiss. a concupiscent embrace. she holds you to
belief that it's all she's got to give, but there's more. She reads the honesty
in you and laughs in joy. She recognizes pretension and laughs in relief. she
laughs in comfort, in surprise, in remorse.
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