Here are six more sentences (unedited) of my work in progress, Inamorata.
Her heart ached for him, her body longing for his touch. She moistened her lips in anticipation of his kiss. She lifted her torso up off the bed just enough to pull him into her arms. But, he had vanished. “No, don’t go, no.” As her dream man disappeared, she woke up verbally begging him not too leave her, again.
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