Heavy, labored breathing subsides to a slower, more rhythmic pace. We are now breathing together, in sync, as one. Your hands caress me as you kiss me so softly on the back of my neck. Your arms wrap around me from behind holding me so tightly. Our naked bodies are nestled, skin to skin. You smell of sex and whiskey. I can still taste you on my lips. Your breathing slows and I can tell you are drifting away into that drunken post sex slumber. Each whiskey breath that softly exhales into my ear brings forth fluttering butterflies of excitement within my belly as I reminisce of what just occured. My thoughts begin to fade away, as I close my eyes, wishing this moment,… this feeling,… this euphoria,… could last,…… forever.

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