A naturist, I shed the day’s tight notes—
My flesh unbinds as cello strings softly sway
The bath exhales a vapor-softened throat,
Its liquid song dissolves the stress of day.
You breach my silence while my fingers play—
No words, just layers pooled where footsteps passed.
The water hums a frequency unchained,
Your back rests softly, knows my ******* are cast.
Your fingers trace my folds, our tones slowly grow—
A throbbing drone our mingled pores now greet.
The soundscape swells where flesh begins to know
The crush of solitude our heat completes.
The water cools, yet still our bodies own
Two silences embraced by undertow.
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 6:00 PM UTC
A naturist, I shed the day’s tight notes—
My flesh unbinds as cello strings softly sway
The bath exhales a vapor-softened throat,
Its liquid song dissolves the stress of day.
You breach my silence while my fingers play—
No words, just layers pooled where footsteps passed.
The water hums a frequency unchained,
Your back rests softly, knows my ******* are cast.
Your fingers trace my folds, our tones slowly grow—
A throbbing drone our mingled pores now greet.
The soundscape swells where flesh begins to know
The crush of solitude our heat completes.
The water cools, yet still our bodies own
Two silences embraced by undertow.
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