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"Come here," I say,
but he dances teasingly out of reach.
"I won’t bite."
"Sometimes you do," he says,
flashing me a wicked grin. "Not that I mind.
But you have this habit of editing a bit...vigorously."
His breath’s warm on my neck;
I close my eyes, willing the words to come.
"You’re going to have to work a bit more than that for it,"
he says, a tinge of chastisement in his voice.
"What do you want from me?" I mumble.
"Silence,"
he says,
his warm breath coursing, emptying me
of any recognizable thought save yes,
borne away on a blast of ardor
for life,
for this,
for all words swept away with one wave of his hand.
I raise my hands in surrender, nodding, unable to speak.
"Now," he says,
"Now. Begin."

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