Goose bumps raise the tiny, fine hairs on my neck as you murmur against my skin, Baby. I never tire of
hearing you call me Baby. The years haven’t dampened the thrill. Your lips brush mine and the word baby escapes in a whisper. Forever your baby, lover and friend.
Jean's Writing 
Very nice. I was pulled right in.
I’m #1403 today on the A to Z Challenge, so I’ll see you tomorrow.
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Thanks those little bites of fiction are fun to write.
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Short, sweet and bodacious. 😀
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