To show you what I mean, this is mine:
I wander out onto the balcony, the velvet skirt teasing my slender legs. The wind is warm and soft. I lift my arms above my head and twirl, the blonde hairs on my arms shining in the sun. The water is brilliant and sensual. "I am happy," I whisper softly into the wind, and it breathes in my words and chases them away into silence.
I lie in bed facing you. You are shirtless, your broad hairless chest open to my tongue and roaming hands. I lick your nipples hungrily, kiss your bellybutton, then lean back. "You should take off your pants," I say tactlessly, but knowing I can get away with saying it. I run my hand down your pale side to your hipbone. You shake your head. "No," you say. I want to rip off your clothes. I want to devour you. Instead I hold your shaggy head in my hands and kiss you. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do," I say, achingly. I get up and put on a slightly grungy hoodie, and stumble down to the bathroom. I stare at my face in the glow of the incandescent bulb.
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