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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.