Millimetre by millimetre.

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Copyright © 2011, Michael M Wayman

My feet to her feet. My legs to her legs. My pelvis to her bot. My chest to her back. My face to her head. I see nothing, she sees nothing, night is dark. My breathing, her breathing, sounds of the night. I feel, she feels, touch in the dark. My face in her hair. She bows her head. I bite her neck gently. I feel her. My fingers feel every last part of her. My hands move so slowly. Millimetre by millimetre, but slower than that. It will take days.