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His hands have not forgotten
the gentle curve of her body.
They rest in the small of her back.
His lips recall the quiet warmth of her neck.
They whisper in her ear,
such sweet pretty promises,
as empty as her heart.
For but a moment,
her conscience leaves her.
She's deaf to the danger,
dumb to the risk.
He's here with her,
and his embrace welcomes,
all too readily,
the familiar vulnerability of her bare shoulders.

It's been a while.
But not so long that all is lost.

How could she forget that look in his eyes,
the heat behind his stare,
the fervor of his lips, pressing hard against hers?

For a moment, she forgets where she is.
Without a glimmer of thought,
she offers no resistance to his tight hold.
She goes weak in the knees,
collapsing into him,
their soft entanglement now her only source of balance.

Breathless, she steals a glance at him.
There.
In his eyes.
The secrets.
The truth.
The promise.
The refuge.

The passion.

She pulls away,
but his fingers linger on her waist.
His eyes burn into hers.
Life ticks by.
The lights dim.
The air is heavy with questions,
and as his eyes search hers for an answer,
his finger tips trace that well-know curve.
He opens his mouth to speak,

and she flees.

Description
His hands have not forgotten
the gentle curve of her body.
They rest in the small of her back.
His lips recall the quiet warmth of her neck.
They whisper in her ear,
such sweet pretty promises,
as empty as her heart.
For but a moment,
her conscience leaves her.
She's deaf to the danger,
dumb to the risk.
He's here with her,
and his embrace welcomes,
all too readily,
the familiar vulnerability of her bare shoulders.

It's been a while.
But not so long that all is lost.

How could she forget that look in his eyes,
the heat behind his stare,
the fervor of his lips, pressing hard against hers?

For a moment, she forgets where she is.
Without a glimmer of thought,
she offers no resistance to his tight hold.
She goes weak in the knees,
collapsing into him,
their soft entanglement now her only source of balance.

Breathless, she steals a glance at him.
There.
In his eyes.
The secrets.
The truth.
The promise.
The refuge.

The passion.

She pulls away,
but his fingers linger on her waist.
His eyes burn into hers.
Life ticks by.
The lights dim.
The air is heavy with questions,
and as his eyes search hers for an answer,
his finger tips trace that well-know curve.
He opens his mouth to speak,

and she flees.