She lay on the bed wanting him, oh, so wanting him. His tongue stuck to her back, gently gliding down her spine, over the soft downy hair, the warm damp skin, sliding over the heat of her cunt as she rolled over and offered herself, digging at her belly button, sucking at each breast before the kiss. That long, penetrating, discovering kiss. His lips were glued to her lips as gently his hand stroked her leg, over the faded pink birthmark, the speed line scars, sliding over the changes in skin as she parted her legs and offered herself, digging at her inner thigh, sucking at her tongue before the fuck. That long, adventurous, loving fuck. And she lay on the bed, wanting him, oh, so wanting him. And she started to cry And she threw him off And she remembered that time Those times When it hadn’t been like this And she told him And they held each other And he didn’t know what to do.