I played with whipped cream last night...
Coated my fingertips...like candles snuffed at their prime...
Each fingertip returning to its original cleanliness under the spell of my tongue...
Circling the shape of my eyes...the maps that guide my soul into motion....
Tracing the slope of my nose...interpreter of the sensations that surround me...
Amazing the sensualities that are carried on the wind...
Scaling the outline of my lips....filling every crease and curve...
Jealous my body becomes...taking in the delights from above...
Shoulder slope...slippery slide...collar bones coated...nipples nestled...
The tips of my fingers crave more canvas...more skin...
Sticky steam caresses me...bubbles spawn webs of lace upon my skin...as for the rest?
Delicacies dancing within me.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 5:56 PM UTC
I played with whipped cream last night...
Coated my fingertips...like candles snuffed at their prime...
Each fingertip returning to its original cleanliness under the spell of my tongue...
Circling the shape of my eyes...the maps that guide my soul into motion....
Tracing the slope of my nose...interpreter of the sensations that surround me...
Amazing the sensualities that are carried on the wind...
Scaling the outline of my lips....filling every crease and curve...
Jealous my body becomes...taking in the delights from above...
Shoulder slope...slippery slide...collar bones coated...nipples nestled...
The tips of my fingers crave more canvas...more skin...
Sticky steam caresses me...bubbles spawn webs of lace upon my skin...as for the rest?
Delicacies dancing within me.
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013
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