3:47am everyday except sunday like clock work we open our blinds anxiously awaiting what the other has in store this feeling of mixed emotions whether id guiltely enjoy it or whether id disgustingly shut my drapes climb into bed in a shameful attempt to forget that moment and continue my life living around 3:47am a minute before show time my fingers gently tap my freshly waxed legs my voice hums a tori amos song and my lips quiver with child like delightment i pull back my shades and gently pull the string of my terry cloth robe and watch it slowly slip from my body like shower water down my shoulders toward my thighs and finally wrapped around my ankles i notice him noticing the curves of my figure and the pretty shaven heart between my legs i girlishly blush and tug a loose curl behind my ear i sheepishly watched as he unwrapped his towel from around his waist while my pursed lips slowly parted and i peered at him with unwavering attention and my delightment ran down my spine making a stream of love trickle down my thigh the next day walking down the aisle of my apartment fully dressed i notice him noticing my frame once again and a flint of satisfaction shines in both our eyes as last night he warmed that empty space on the right side of my bedBirth sign: Virgo
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