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The roughness of a new beard scraped against Joanna's skin as thick full lips pressed firmly against her mouth. She whimpered and the pressure softened. Slowly he pulled away, but she didn't want him to leave. It had been three years since a man had really kissed her, and although it hadn't felt at the start like a kiss, she desperately wished it to end as one. After all, she was only dreaming again.
She often had dreams like this one. Dreams where a faceless man held her in his arms and soothed her aching spirit. She used to see her husband's face, and in the beginning that had brought her comfort, but over the years since his death, his image had faded. Now there was no face, no identity, only the feeling, and she welcomed it.
With a soft moan, she caressed his lips. He lingered, barely touching, then pressed his mouth once more against hers. Teasing her lips apart, his tongue enticed hers to explore the taste and texture of his mouth, dueling and delving deeper, filling the emptiness of her weary soul. She wanted the feeling to last forever, but after another moment of pure bliss he was gone, and it was time to wake up.
Slowly lifting her heavy lids, she found herself looking into a pair of eyes the color of cool green moss.
