Little buds of goosebumps on her dusky skin
A quiet indicator of what she is feeling.
A little flushed, a little rushed
Smiling, head shaking, her voice hushed.
Neck tilted, lashes lowered,
An escaped sigh, her desire smoldered.
How hard she tries, a breeze wanton,
There is no hiding this unbridled passion.
Waiting...
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*I* waited
as the days turned to naught
a slant of light
falling on me, taunting me
or was it a caress of love?
9 years ago
2 comments:
a little blush as well
I thought about it, I grappled with it before leaving it out intentionally. Would have been too obvious.
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