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if I asked, beckoned you close whispered sweets and teas and soft words, sentenced comfort opened my arms and begged you there, would you come? take off your hoodie, your top bras on the floor, maybe mine maybe yours, maybe from both or just me, I think, if it's you there reading- the one I am thinking of no clothes but underwear, because that's a comfortable thing, to feel the sheets against skin, flesh to flesh, and yet to keep something covered, fine hairs in check, no friction, so we can slip close together, smooth, lithe, solid only a portion of our heads on the pillows: half on, half off, equally so chins sunk into the mattress, blanket overhead, a cave for just the outlines of our faces, and the meeting of both our breaths, warming bare chests flushed nose, ******* tummy, shoulders plush under palm as touched, held, gentle this is a new kind of *** of making love and it involves just your eyes and hands above the waist, rolling over the hips, to study. revise me. learn each crinkle and every dip. all my curves, a puzzle from each pimple, the roundabout of my ears my see-saw lips, umbrella eyes that don't and wont keep out the rain that will flow over my hilled cheeks, and maybe yours if you find where I am wanting you to be close, warm, plush, alone and lying with me
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 10:12 AM UTC
lay with me
if I asked, beckoned you close whispered sweets and teas and soft words, sentenced comfort opened my arms and begged you there, would you come? take off your hoodie, your top bras on the floor, maybe mine maybe yours, maybe from both or just me, I think, if it's you there reading- the one I am thinking of no clothes but underwear, because that's a comfortable thing, to feel the sheets against skin, flesh to flesh, and yet to keep something covered, fine hairs in check, no friction, so we can slip close together, smooth, lithe, solid only a portion of our heads on the pillows: half on, half off, equally so chins sunk into the mattress, blanket overhead, a cave for just the outlines of our faces, and the meeting of both our breaths, warming bare chests flushed nose, ******* tummy, shoulders plush under palm as touched, held, gentle this is a new kind of *** of making love and it involves just your eyes and hands above the waist, rolling over the hips, to study. revise me. learn each crinkle and every dip. all my curves, a puzzle from each pimple, the roundabout of my ears my see-saw lips, umbrella eyes that don't and wont keep out the rain that will flow over my hilled cheeks, and maybe yours if you find where I am wanting you to be close, warm, plush, alone and lying with me
anniec
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 10:12 AM UTC
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