A Breath
By kyew
Anticipation boils my blood, I watch you come to me. The shape of your body; the curve of breast and hip. I want to taste you- to explore with my tongue. You leave me with no desire- no will but to please you. And in that I am satisfied. A gentle touch to make you tremble a caress to hear you breathe of passion. Say you want me to, Tell me what you need and it is yours- anything. My body pressed to yours a thin film of sweat. Salt from your lips to mine. More pressure- a grind and slide, a smooth machine. Don't stop now, make the moment last. I cool you from the heat of lovemaking with a breath.mmmmmmmm, my favorite pastime... lol ;) Written March 31st, 2002 © on Mar 31 2002 12:29 AM PST, R. T. Howard 0 • 16
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"Anticipation boils my blood,..."