The brushing of hands
Knocking shoulders
The locking of eyes
Hand between thighs
The questioning glances
Need to move further
The warmth of desire
Taking it over and over
The bite of a lip
Supressed sounds of bliss
The rocking of hips
Aching for lips
The tightening of the stomach
Skin on skin on mouths on skin
The arching of the spine
Clenching the thighs
The spasms of release
For a moment she was mine
YOU ARE READING
Fake You Out.
PoetryThoughts put into poetry. Life put into words. Sometimes I just jot stuff down when I'm bored. I hope you enjoy.
