Two people, inches away from touching, they lean in, breathing heavy, who will make the first move...? The kiss, the touch. The moonlight streams through the window. The curtains softly waft in the wind. Slowly the camera pans away. It's not real. TV never portrays the reality of truly passionate sex. It's a sticky, sweaty, dirty mess. A wonderful mess.
I always did like splashing in the mud...
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