I can just imagine
My head on your shoulder
Relishing your scent
The brushing of my lips on your collarbone
Your hair tickling my face
That first imploring kiss
Tongues searching, soothing, savoring
The heat of your skin
Bringing sweat to my brow
Fingers tracing every curve
Wetness, burning loins- a miserable merciless master
Hands hesitant, hopeful, hungering
Leaving finger prints on the way
To ecstasy
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