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CHANGEinWAVES Posts: 10,169

January 2009 edited January 2009 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art

His hands
Her thighs
Fingertips
Closed eyes
Bitten lip
Curled toes
Hoping that
No one knows
Hidden love
Writhing lust
Screaming loud
Heaving bust
Pressing flesh
Moments away
Wishing that
They could stay
His skin
Golden tan
Touching her
On command
Milky white
With pouty lips
Searching for
Just a kiss
Wanting more
Needing less
Yearning for
His caress

"I'm not present, I'm a drug that makes you dream"