Friday 23 December 2016

Desire

In a gentle tug
As she lays cuddled, her hair covers my face
In the dark night
The moon light makes her eyes sparkle
My lips yearn to taste the honey
Of her gentle hungry kiss
As her fingers burrow through my hair
As my tongue seeks to taste her skin
Of her nape and shoulders
I see her look back and smile gentle
Shy, yet fierce
Cuddly yet vicious
As her skin brushes against mine
In the bare embrace
I just wish to stop the time

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