Slow it down
breathe me in,
deeply.
Eyes closed,
skin touching,
slowly stirring,
heat rising.
Watch me want you,
feel me need you,
let tender touches bring thunder
as deep kisses bring rain.
Let your slow hands
feather-light, stone strong
trace shivers
down my supple spine,
as clustered kisses please.
Let our bodies meet
with the grace of angels
as sainted flesh
slowly, silently, succumbs
to sacred sensation
and time silently slips away.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
Slow it down
breathe me in,
deeply.
Eyes closed,
skin touching,
slowly stirring,
heat rising.
Watch me want you,
feel me need you,
let tender touches bring thunder
as deep kisses bring rain.
Let your slow hands
feather-light, stone strong
trace shivers
down my supple spine,
as clustered kisses please.
Let our bodies meet
with the grace of angels
as sainted flesh
slowly, silently, succumbs
to sacred sensation
and time silently slips away.
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