Climb out of bed
skin glowing in the dim light
every dip and curve of you-
I want to caress with my tongue-
The bones that poke out
above the waist of your jeans
the trail of hair running from your navel
I want to press my lips in worship against your flesh
Your arms are a sin
muscles scream with definition
when your body
strains against mine
Perfectly perky plump posterior
my hands itch to grab it
just a touch
maybe… a bite
Your hair like night-
black and dense-
sensuous silk
curls as my fingers run through
*** is supposed to be a hidden thing
but everything about you screams it.
Who cares about society and its mandates
when you are a god in human form
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 12:29 AM UTC
Climb out of bed
skin glowing in the dim light
every dip and curve of you-
I want to caress with my tongue-
The bones that poke out
above the waist of your jeans
the trail of hair running from your navel
I want to press my lips in worship against your flesh
Your arms are a sin
muscles scream with definition
when your body
strains against mine
Perfectly perky plump posterior
my hands itch to grab it
just a touch
maybe… a bite
Your hair like night-
black and dense-
sensuous silk
curls as my fingers run through
*** is supposed to be a hidden thing
but everything about you screams it.
Who cares about society and its mandates
when you are a god in human form
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