She lays back
On sheets so soft
The stars they shine
Into the ceilings loft
Her mind it wanders
Through memories past
A bottle of wine
And an empty glass
Dressed in satin
On her body lies
Clings to *******
Hips and thighs
Matching *******
Shear to skin
Hides her mysteries
There within
Without a lover
With her tonight
She's on her own
With her delights
She pours her wine
And takes a sip
Passing over
Ruby lips
Fingers moist
On silky skin
Feels the wettness
From within
Exploring the hard
Hallowed spot
A deep breath
It's hard to stop
Faster still
Her hand it moves
Rubbing,caressing
Her swollen jewel
****** comes
As her back curves
Bright colors flashes
Without a word
Sweat pours out
In drops like dew
Each time the sensation
Feels anew

Written by
Clay Smith
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