The Body Remembers
By Mizpoeme
As he sleeps I gently lean over him, my long brown hair brushes over his cheek. I brush my soft pink lips over his forehead then trace with my finger tips the outline of his beautiful face. His skin so soft to the touch and his lips hot and full. I run my fingers through his hair. I want to wake him, to feel the weight of his body, the heat of his breath and strength of his strong warm hands molding to my body.But instead I continue to explore his body. I open my mouth sliding my hot pink tongue over his partially open pink lips, pause on the crease of his neck inhaling him.Awaking my memory. Then down his dark haired chest tasting his flesh. Gently he awakes smiling giving me the reassurance to continue this sensual exploration of familiar territory. I slide my hands over the ride of his shoulders, the reach of his arms down to his fingertips. Taking one at a time into my hot mouth and gently sucking. He pulls me to him then brushes the hair from my face placing his warm hands on my skin wrapping me in his passion. He opens his lips to meet mine. I close my eyes. I feel his tongue searching to find mine. Our juices flow, gently breathing through each other. The Body Remembers. Written November 25th, 2001 © on Nov 25 2001 03:22 PM PST, Mary Jane 0 • 16
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"As he sleeps I gently lean over him, my long brown hair brushes over his cheek. I brush my soft pink lips over his forehead then trace with my finger tips the outline of his beautiful face. His skin so soft to the touch and his lips hot and full. I run my fingers through his hair. I want to wake him, to feel the weight of his body, the heat of his breath and strength of his strong warm hands molding to my body.But instead I continue to explore his body. I open my mouth sliding my hot pink tongue over his partially open pink lips, pause on the crease of his neck inhaling him.Awaking my memory. Then down his dark haired chest tasting his flesh. Gently he awakes smiling giving me the reassurance to continue this sensual exploration of familiar territory. I slide my hands over the ride of his shoulders, the reach of his arms down to his fingertips. Taking one at a time into my hot mouth and gently sucking. He pulls me to him then brushes the hair from my face placing his warm hands on my skin wrapping me in his passion. He opens his lips to meet mine. I close my eyes. I feel his tongue searching to find mine. Our juices flow, gently breathing through each other. The Body Remembers...."