"Oh you like to talk, do you? I would read to you, and you would tell me what you thought of my -- atrocious choices in poetry." There is a smile in his voice.
"I would read to you from the Song of Solomon, my dearest." His lips part and she feels the warm swipe of his tongue over her wrist, right over her pulse.
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Date: 2009-12-11 10:40 pm (UTC)"I would read to you from the Song of Solomon, my dearest." His lips part and she feels the warm swipe of his tongue over her wrist, right over her pulse.