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In the A.M.

Every morning I wake up before him.  Always in his nook.  Even with a shower the night before, sleeping so locked together brings the smell of him to the surface.  A sweet strong scent.  It’s only purpose-to torture me.  His body, even dormant is flirting, teasing.  I slide my hand across his chest several times before running my fingers past his waist via the gorgeous thighs I like to keep between my own.  A peck on the neck, a kiss on his pecks, working my way down.  Then, a few more meaningful kisses…

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