The lines were simple yet suggestive, conjuring the fantasy of that first kiss, the thrill as tips of fingers touched skin, warm, hot, moist skin. Slipping beneath the clothing, constrained, hesitant, but only for a moment and when the alarm did not ring, no siren, just a purring into pure, momentary pleasure, remembered when viewing the drawing, simple lines
Rocking rock
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