Wind of Desire
Wind of Desire
Soft lips caress,
brush light across mine,
igniting sparks
wake my slumbering soul.
Touching fingertips dance with glee,
then retreat,
fingers intertwine,
hold on for this moment in time.
Tracings designs on to your neck,
and farther still,
on to your breasts,
excited nipples reach out to mine.
Breast to breast we rest,
hardened flesh pressed
to your thigh,
quickening breath on your neck.
Your toenails trace on my feet.
Slowly I press myself inside.
I heard you softly sigh.
We smiled
with our eyes.
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