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The breeze whips through the rustling palms, It chills their tanned skin, As his welcoming breath breaths down her neck.
Sun, sinking slowly behind the glassy surface, Whispering waves crash in the distance of the horizon. Smells of salt linger in their hair As their bare skin touches.
Lying against his chest, His warm steady strokes on her back. Darker; the air cools His grasp tightens around her, Warm; safe; love.
by ~sweetnchocolate
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