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As I walk back to the sink, I feel an overwhelming urge to be closer to her. I walk up behind her and pull her close into an embrace. She giggles and turns to place a kiss on my cheek.

I move her hair to the side before placing a light, lingering kiss on her neck. This seems to have stirred something in her as she turns the tap off, places the clean cup on the counter and wipes her hands dry. Then in one sweeping move, she gracefully pivots on the balls of her feet to face me, links her hands behind my neck and pulls me in closer.

Our lips meet to perform a slow and smooth dance. She tastes sweet with hints of cinnamon and a delicious creaminess. Her lips are so soft, almost pillowy. Her fingers run through my hair. My hands stroke her back. Several minutes pass, and we’re still enjoying this slow paced exploration of each other’s mouths. Neither of us pushing for anything more than this tender connection.

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I’ve been looking forward to kissing her like this all day, and my God has it been worth the wait. The way she kisses me takes my mind and body to places I never knew they could go. I surrender myself to her completely and feel like I’m safely enveloped in a coccoon of our love.

After a few minutes, we gradually stop to take a break, but neither of us wants to end the embrace. I rest my forehead on hers and can faintly make out Etta James beginning to croon ’At Last’. I take hold of her hands and lead her back to the living room. I stop us in front of the TV. ”May I have this dance?”, I ask, as I put my hand out to her.

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She looks so adorable asking me to dance, it makes my heart melt into a puddle in my chest. I take her hand, kiss it, and move towards her so I can hold her close and sway us gently to the rhythm of the song. Our dancing is dotted with little stolen moments and loving gestures; a gentle stroke here, a little brush there and a lot of kissing in between.

I tell her I love her, she says she loves me too. I ask for her permission to make sweet love to her all night long. This amuses her. She laughs. Ah, what a delightful sound. I say more silly things to make her laugh and kiss her every chance I get.

It is during moments like this that I cherish what we have the most. Just the two of us, in our own little world, enjoying each other and these simple joys. To me, this is priceless. To me, this is home.

The end.