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ORIGINAL: SimplyMichael

A crisp Sunday morning, the taste of sex still in my mouth as I hold her hand as we walk up to my favorite cafe, the smell of coffee and the sound of conversation wafting around us.

Driving down the road looking at the beautiful scenery on the crazy narrow mountain road, knowing the edge is a precarious drop of thousands of feet and the feel of her mouth on me as I try not to crash.

Laying there in the half light listening to her soft breathing knowing how safe and cared for she felt as she slowly fell asleep in my arms.

That first purple tip one sees thrusting up out of the ground in spring, knowing that bulb has waited so long to shoot up and blossom just for your pleasure.