You're close;
I feel the sultry warmth of your breath caress my neck,
and the scent of your hair is an exquisite promise.
Without looking, I see the satisfaction in your eyes,
as I contemplate the delicious ambiguity of your whisper,
and bite my lip against the inevitable moan.
You smile, bestow a soft kiss upon my cheek, and walk away,
leaving me to stare after you in bewildered fascination,
my fingers pressed to the hunger you've quickened in my lips.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
You're close;
I feel the sultry warmth of your breath caress my neck,
and the scent of your hair is an exquisite promise.
Without looking, I see the satisfaction in your eyes,
as I contemplate the delicious ambiguity of your whisper,
and bite my lip against the inevitable moan.
You smile, bestow a soft kiss upon my cheek, and walk away,
leaving me to stare after you in bewildered fascination,
my fingers pressed to the hunger you've quickened in my lips.
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