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Aug 2016
I am comfortable
I lay next to him and sense pleasure
without even touching him
I feel my lips curl into a smile
A feeling I thought I lost sight of
He views my naked body like a work of art
and enjoys the nicks and marks
the flaws
He places his warm hands on my inner thigh
my body rises
he creates a map with his kisses
leading to his favorite spot
he calls me queen
until I blossom
an explosion of color
my cheeks grow red and hot
he looks up, from below
slyly smiles
he makes his way up
feeling my anatomy
he reaches my lips
marking his territory
we sleep
Stephanie Martinez
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Stephanie Martinez
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