The lines of her

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No matter how long they stayed
in this place, with its sweet aroma,
the smell of him always reminded her
of flowers and clean sheets.

Often they would speak in whispers
throughout the night, sweet kisses
hands running constantly
over the lines of each other,
His hands finding her wetness.

Then there was the night
when they found one another
As he pressed their bodies together
Flesh to flesh
And skin to skin.

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