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My head against your chest,
hearing your steady breaths
as your hand found the edge of my pants
and journeyed to the cascades inside.

You gently teased me
and moaned into my mouth
as you explored
the depths within.

Your breathing became jagged
as your other hand reached
the small of my back
and moved southward.

Your body kept me warm
when the heat on your tongue
found my mouth,
kissing me with fervor.

I found your hardness
moving against your jeans
and massaged you,
feeling you growing in my palm.

There in the darkness
of an empty movie theater
we were filming
our own private scene.