As my hands lie lifeless in the dark on the smooth but soft surface **** ****. First my finger, then the rest of my hand comes alive like the devil in the night or should I say more like an Explorer on a lost island my hands wander up her torso fingers Rollin over her abs like like waves smoothing out the sand on the beach once my hands reach the base of her Mountains my hands move slowly up her ******* covering them like ice cold morning dew as my hands make their way back down her torso her body shakes and jolts like an earthquake as my hands get closer to her waistline her body shifts like tectonic plates leaving her legs split open this is it not both but only one hand goes in for the dip.
*this is not my work*
My best friend wrote this poem, he's new to writing poetry. What do y'all think?? I'm delighted to feature Mr. Jerall (Charlie) Sinclair to my page!