With no regret
and no hesitation,
hips rose in response
to carnal tongue's growl,
urging fingers,
to play
in the seduction
of your voice.
Tension grew,
teasing sensitivity
to new heights,
erasing inhibitions
with primal satiation.
Laying in the afterglow,
whispered wishes broke silence
with sighs,
as eyes fell victim
to sandman's dreamscape
in anticipation
of tomorrow's call.










You're such a dark horse Aunty Bel
Love this write, keep it up! Talk to you soon!


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