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             He reached out to touch her

His fingertips alighting ever so slightly on the curve in her back

The small cavern just above her tail bone that allows for the slight rise to her rear cheeks

                      A tender spot peach fuzz soft

                                    He moved his lips down to kiss her there

               The sweet taste sowing a sensation a synchronized sigh

                           Scarcely sleeping she turns absent of words

                  Her body the response the answer and permission

                              “Yes, please”