Snow (sweptawaybayou) wrote,
Snow
sweptawaybayou

For You.



They didn’t see each other … enough.

One was always out of town. One was always working. It was an email there. A call here.

A captured moment, a whispered emotion. A warm tongue and an open mouth. Spread legs and a hard wall. A laugh, a joke … a whimper, a sigh. A thrust, a push, fingers digging into skin that hadn’t been bruised for so long. Muscles cramping, lube-slick twists of hands. The smell of beer, cigarettes, others. Legs wide, palms cupping ass. The buzz of day old stubble on freshly shaved chin. Hot, dry lips.

“Miss you.”
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