He grabbed her suddenly by the hips and pulled them into her, caressed her back while they paused, staring into each others eyes framed by silky hair almost as if they were unsure what would happen next.
Then cautiously, their lips drew together and clasped.
He embraced her shoulders and softly, they massaged each other with lips and with tongues run over each others mouths, their eyes closed so they could feel all of the sensual bliss of this simple act. It was heaven; it was a kiss like suicide.
He pulled out and looked at her.
Nope. Definitely gay.















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Second stanza doesn't flow all that well.
It opens up lovely
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conorschild: overusing commas since '73 seconds ago
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