“The Before” is just as good as “the After.” But “the Before” is all for “the After.” And “the Before” doesn’t exist if I can’t have “the After.”
Following after her lines, tracing my fingertips across her shoulders, my hands move down her back before her thighs. And the kissing of her neck, then shoulders, and hips after.
She lays there in shadow with her hair tumbling before her shoulders and into the bend of her elbow, leaving the currency of the “After” in payment as the last scene I spy, before I close my eyes.
by malakhai jonezs
Copyright 2016
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Absolutely beautiful…
Thank you so very much! Thank you for taking the time to read my post.
My pleasure. You’re a very talented writer.
Thanks again, Cathy! 🙂
Oh, I like this. So loving. Those caresses after, mmm.
Thank you! Thank you, Vic!
You’re welcome. 🙂