Cool silk against my hand
Soft
skin beneath my palm
Fingers
searching, exploring
Seeking
out the source
Of
sensual oils
She
had secretly secreted
Fingertip’s
touch waiting lips
Then
enter to sweet labial bliss
And
with deft manipulation
Of
centers of erotic pleasure
I
feel her body tremor
And
but a heartbeat beyond
That
primeval shudder
In
hurried lack of ceremony
She
bid me quickly enter
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