We come together where darkness meets dawn, that little silver of twilight where mist and shadow merge. Wrapped in gossamer my hands slide over your body, teasing, playing as your heart races.

Jasmine and lilies perfume the naked air their aromas tattooing themselves to our bodies adding to your own spice. Lips press against your alabaster throat. Bone daggers graze my flesh as your tender hands cup my tits, weighing them as you lick my salty flesh. Pulling me closer, my ass rests against your sex and I feel every inch of you as our bodies are molded together, two places carved from the same stone, pieces out of the same shadow.

Your sting moves me to moan as your fingers trace the hollow where my heart thunders as the wind whispers the coming dawn. You sup on me a sip longer. The silver of stolen time has come and gone. Cocks are crowing where reality meets dreams. My tongue greats your lips washing them clean of my taste. Your desire for more time as you reach out beckoning me to follow you into the beyond. But I shake my head; I cannot follow. Dark creatures cannot move into the dawn. We have stolen moments and for now we’ve been caught.

My name lingers on your lips as the sun enshrouds your form. I move into the darkness to wait your whisper soft touch as the dawn shatters the twilight. Your forlorn cry echoes in the chambers of my heart, but even as a tear escapes my flesh I am wrapped only in darkness once again.

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