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2016/05/11 – neck kisses (Drabble)
Lounging under the sun. Birdsong and buzzing bees the only sound accompanying the rustling of turned pages. A slight breeze ruffles through unkempt hair; it reveals just that tiny patch of recently tanned skin. A hand comes up and instinctively rubs that delicate space above the neckline of the white shirt and below the hairline. The motion puts even more focus on that particular area of exposed skin, so slender and elegant. A light sheen of sweat highlights it further. Tempting, beckoning, taunting even. Ah, to place but one kiss upon that perfect neck! It is a hot day, indeed.
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