Your standing
Behind me
Hands...
Placed
Ever so
Gently
Holding
My curves
My hips
There it is
Your sweet
Soft mouth
Upon
The back
Of my neck
Tongue flicking
Back and forth
In a dance
Kissing and
Licking
Lapping up
Pieces of
My essence
Leaving a
Signature
Of your own
Musky scent
Soon both
Our scents
Separated
At first
Will be
Mingled
with a
Salty gleaming
Glistening sweat
Pulling me
To you
My senses
On fire
Even with
My eyes closed
I know
Your body's
Twist and turns
Knowing
Every curve
Of your own
Muscles
The softness
And hardness
Of your skin
Slides along mine
Impacting my senses
Even...
Your heat
That emanates
Off you
Burning deep
Within
Is a substance
I know of
And yearn for
Two bodies
Touching...
Caressing
Movi ng
In there
Own rhythm
Finding the
One rhythm
That joins them
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Hands...
Placed
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