The way his fingers traversed my spine
How his hand sidled into mine
He gently tugged (pulled) at my skin
Urgently trying to get it
His gentle but firm embrace
And light caressing of my face
His loving touch traveled
From lip to hip he unraveled
Me into ribbons, tightly bound round his ribs and
Arms seeking his neck
Bound tightly like an anchored wreck
As I was held he swelled
With pride and his touch
Kept me giddy inside
Such powerful emotion
Provoked in
Such an innocent way
No hand went astray
No wandering lips or kisses
No disgusted dismissives
In a silent seat
An unspoken treat unf kded in me, his love so pure and so clean
How he secured me by his side
So loving I could have died
An overreaction- perhaps
But I've felt no greater satisfaction
Than resting in the arms
Of my lover who will never read these yarns
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
The way his fingers traversed my spine
How his hand sidled into mine
He gently tugged (pulled) at my skin
Urgently trying to get it
His gentle but firm embrace
And light caressing of my face
His loving touch traveled
From lip to hip he unraveled
Me into ribbons, tightly bound round his ribs and
Arms seeking his neck
Bound tightly like an anchored wreck
As I was held he swelled
With pride and his touch
Kept me giddy inside
Such powerful emotion
Provoked in
Such an innocent way
No hand went astray
No wandering lips or kisses
No disgusted dismissives
In a silent seat
An unspoken treat unf kded in me, his love so pure and so clean
How he secured me by his side
So loving I could have died
An overreaction- perhaps
But I've felt no greater satisfaction
Than resting in the arms
Of my lover who will never read these yarns
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