Sun coming in the window woke me early.
My clock said 6:30.
I was curled up in Jeff's arms.
He was sleeping.

I turned over in his arms and nibbled his neck
softly where his hair curled under his ear.
I ran my fingers gently down his chest, following
the line where his thick, dark hair ran.
I put my hands on his thighs.
He moaned softly in his sleep.




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Uncle Roger File 3: Terminals by Judy Malloy
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