

I stay in the garden under the star filled night’s canopy. Blushing now, even alone, I’m still feeling your furtive touch. It was brief, but reverberated through my body, my nerves first shy, then growing warmer, and yielding. As brief as it was, the look on your face revealed more desire than perhaps you should have shown. I too felt it, the pull between us, as I accepted your kiss on my neck. Sitting here now, still too fevered to go inside to my bed, the cool breeze helped. The moon had observed our reckless behavior and will keep our secrets. When I see you tomorrow surrounded by others, remember to keep your distance, for “you cannot pluck moonlight to bring in your pocket!”
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Prosery: The Voice of Helen Hoyt
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Lovely write. I think you captured that special moment that is often indescribable.
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Thank you very much
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I love the frisson that runs through your prose, Cheryl! Your character wasn’t the only one blushing. 🙂
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😂
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That sounds like an encounter that will not be repeated.
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You never know☺️
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Lovely writing. 🙏💙👏
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Thanks for reading
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The stolen moonlit intimacy. Not something that can be captured but only felt. I enjoyed your flash.
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Beautifully penned!
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Thank you
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Sounds like she enjoyed what happened but is not ready to give up control just yet. It makes me wonder whether there is a complicating factor to these two being together beyond that. Good write, with subtlety, Cheryl.
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Ooooh, a night to remember for sure!
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Beautifully written Cheryl
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Thank you
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You’re most welcome
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