The Meeting

Pervading candle shadows cast a beautiful wavering glow over a lavender jacket, which hid her curves. This only entrenched the tee shirt wearing man’s ardor who was taking slow steps toward her. She stood as he slowly removed his shirt, tangential soothing words escaping his lips. She turned away as he carefully, seductively removed her blouse. There was not much of a variable in their speech from then on, only sounds of pleasure.

*** —blouse, jacket, tee shirt

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