his touch
His hand glides over me,
Teasing, tempting my most tender spots.
Fire pulses through my blood at his touch.
He tastes my lips and I reach for him.
I smooth his skin with trembling fingers
all the while aching for more.
His lips now carresses me.
Trying to get closer, I arch towards him.
His eyes sear through mine
as though my whole body is telling him secrets.
Down my side, over my legs
he touches, kisses and nips.
So tasty, he whispers.
Please, I beg.
Not yet.
He carresses more,
my body screaming, yearning for him.
Now, I gasp.
not yet
Peering into my clouded eyes
he kisses me all the while stroking me,
heating my skin.
Take me.
With an explosion he enters me,
taking away the night.
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