I vibrate at the touch of your electric fingertips
Arcing across my skin.
The undertow of your undulous hips,
Your sea breeze voice luring me in.
I need no compass to find my way
Around your stomach, thighs, your mouth agape
Singing your siren song of the day
While my lips map out your shape.
Though you're a storm in my bed
Threatening to leave me breathless, blue,
I leap heels over head
And cast myself into the depths of you.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 11:36 PM UTC
I vibrate at the touch of your electric fingertips
Arcing across my skin.
The undertow of your undulous hips,
Your sea breeze voice luring me in.
I need no compass to find my way
Around your stomach, thighs, your mouth agape
Singing your siren song of the day
While my lips map out your shape.
Though you're a storm in my bed
Threatening to leave me breathless, blue,
I leap heels over head
And cast myself into the depths of you.
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