She sits on the fence, her back to him. He stands behind her with his arms wrapped around her slender waist. She arches back gently into his strong arms. Their cheeks gently rubs aginst each other.
They are quiet. Around them the silence looms frozen in time. He could smell her. Fresh, rose petals, clean, desirable. Hunger burn in his cells and fibres. This was a moment to drink her in. Enjoy her womanly essence.
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