I miss the scent in the nape of your neck.
The bent intent of your shaking curves as I press against your shape.
Tasting every speckled fleck,
every tightly round corner,
every hidden inch my tongue can reach.
My fingers slowly, lightly touching every place they can breach,
some, all or each.
A slave to every line,
aligning it's sensuous design with everything my mind hopes learn, share and teach.
I descend and breach.
Stretching myself to touch that place just out of reach.
I cling close,
searching,
seeking to find and place my face against every space where your heat is secreting most.
I find my way down deep.
I stay until your bare form quivers and quakes.
I wrap around you tight until you breath slows and all feels right.
It's the way I Dream to start each day and end of each night.
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
I miss the scent in the nape of your neck.
The bent intent of your shaking curves as I press against your shape.
Tasting every speckled fleck,
every tightly round corner,
every hidden inch my tongue can reach.
My fingers slowly, lightly touching every place they can breach,
some, all or each.
A slave to every line,
aligning it's sensuous design with everything my mind hopes learn, share and teach.
I descend and breach.
Stretching myself to touch that place just out of reach.
I cling close,
searching,
seeking to find and place my face against every space where your heat is secreting most.
I find my way down deep.
I stay until your bare form quivers and quakes.
I wrap around you tight until you breath slows and all feels right.
It's the way I Dream to start each day and end of each night.
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