Your hands by my hips,
Caressing, just moving
Feather-like touches
And oh-so tantalizing,
Leaving a low-burning flame
Blooming in my gut.
Your lips by my ear,
Whispering, more like promising,
In a deep growl
About things to come.
Can't help but think about
Your voice, and nothing more.
Your body sliding by mine,
Moving in sinuous union
Hard ridges to smooth muscle.
Every dip and curve felt,
All of them explored
And very much appreciated.
Your eyes on mine,
The entire time,
Molten and seeming insatiable.
They run down my shoulders,
To my waist, down; and back up to my eyes,
I might just get off on your lascivious gaze.
Your body against mine
Holding, lest my knees give away
Surrounded by indistinct sounds,
Under the flashing lights.
Your challenge was very specific,
And boy, I'm just waiting to be obliterated.
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A/N : Hey!
This is far by one of my racier poems that was inspired by a Malec fic on AO3.. It's called 'Best Laid Plans' and it killed me. I mean, I never knew that beautifully written smut has the power to make someone screech in fangirl like a pterodactyl.
*shrugs* Now I do.
C.R.I.T..C.I.S.M.
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