She Moved
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(Originally Posted on 6th Dec, 2014)
She Moved. She Moved.
She Moved like that breeze gently caressing her hair. She Moved like the keys on a piano playing a soulful track. She Moved just like the color on her lips changed when she applied gloss.
She Moved.
She Moved like never before.
She Moved.
She Moved with the grace of a butterfly alighting on a flower. She Moved like an accomplished dancer’s grace. She Moved like her hair spread across, once untied, with a coconutty smell filling the air.
She Moved like lips gently rubbing against her partner’s during their first lip lock.
She Moved. She Moved.
Oh my God! She Moved.
She Moved in the way her body tickles when he rubs his hand on her back. She Moved like the water from the shower trickling down her neck to the navel. She Moved like the thoughts that went past her mind when she controlled her fantasies. She Moved.
She Moved like the final piece of attire leaving her body.
She Moved in pain when the oncologist felt the cysts in her breasts
She Moved. She finally Moved out of the bed.
She Moved without support. She Moved on her legs and not on a wheelchair. She Moved. After several bouts of chemotherapy, She finally Moved.
