Perhaps one of the more intimate precurors to petting or foreplay, and also a whimsical followup to the intenseness that can occur when together.

Gently running one's finger around her navel. Tapping the center of her being, midway between crotch and breast, a gateway to further exploration, or a dalliance in the center of cuteness.

For what, truly, is more a measure of cuteness, of revealedness, than the navel, the belly button, that little circle, so often hidden, that winks at us from beneath the layers...

I stroke, cicle, probe this pocket of hi!, staring into her eyes, enjoying the texture of her skin, and wishing that I could dive in and be immersed in her forever.

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