If we kiss, it is clothed kissing alone, after the sheets. It can be deep and energetic or the faintest brushstroke barely tracing canvas. The hands certainly express and write their language all over the friend, but they do not insinuate themselves between fabric and body. And we part because we have lives, homes, books to read and family to attend. Actually, the parting is a relief, for there is the clear frame of desire that has no need for anything other than that amicability and deep, deep trust. We have a secret.
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