deep draughts

Beth sat with her eyes closed, leaning back against the trunk of the ancient oak, her legs spread in a wide, relaxed pose. Beth had taken off her clothes. My eyes opened wide, drinking the vision in deep draughts, afraid to move, thinking I only dreamed a familiar dream. Beth didn’t move and as my arm began to ache, I finally had to, getting up on my knees. My gaze never strayed for an instant.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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