Every inch of skin
On display only for him
Whispered kiss on lips
Firm grip upon the hips
Fingers brushing through loose curls
The current running through this girl
Tilt the jaw up gently
Thumbprint across the lips
Glide down to caress the nape
Then tightening his grip
Loosening to draw the lines
Reaching for a breast
Knead each one in turn
Note the pounding in the chest
Pinch the hardened buds
Gentle pulling with his teeth
Fingernails not quite scratching
Down the waist and underneath
Linger on the midriff
Trace across a line to tease
Sliding down the outer thighs
Stopping at the knees
Pulling at them slowly
Enticingly reveal
Dragging nails back up the skin
A dampness he can feel
Hot breath on the mound
Dip a fingertip
Applying gentle pressure
Lapping with a hungry lick
Pushing curves toward him
To reach every part
To savour this deliciousness
Before they come apart
Hard tip plays against the swell
There's nothing left to hide
Sink agonisingly slowly
All the way so deep inside
Tightening around him
Feel the rhythm of this song
Rocking them so classically
As they dance all night long
Many variations
To create a re-release
This is such a hit
That brings the inner demons, peace
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Little Whispers
PoetryA collection of poetic prose from the depths of a troubled mind *All images are reproduced from Wordpress Media Gallery
