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..Fire.. He see's her getting undressed
a sillouhette in the bedroom
so content.
With thoughts stirring
in his mind
living them out
would make him feel best.
He clears his throat
to get her attention
waving his finger
to come stand closer.
Touching as if he were to hold her,
the releasing
and giving space.
"who's my good girl?"
A smile lights up her face.
With the stroke of her hair
his hand upon her shoulder
like the good girl she is,
she sinks lower.
Full Disclosure.
