Sunday’s Sun

She lay naked on the bed as Sunday’s sun warmed her body. A memory of fingertips trace swirls, loops and gentle circles along her skin. She felt their softness, a gentle excitement, a stir of electricity.

She remembers how strong arms had held her with a delicate touch. An incredible sensation bound in an unspoken agreement that sent echoes of reverberating vibrations around her body overtaking her senses.

She turns onto her front so Sunday’s sun can embrace her with butterfly kisses along her back. She desires to feel again. Feel not for Sunday’s warm sun but for the heat of his body.

She wants his body next to hers.

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