A low cut blouse, or a strapless dress,
I must confess, always stirs
something deep within, as my eyes focus
on your invite.
Strategically placed dabs of perfume wait
on subtle slopes of
your neck, begging me to come, carefully
search feminine territory
as my mind wildly races to a moment when
lips and fingers explore beyond,
into warm, scented regions yearning to show
pleasing sights, and indulge.




's for you too!!!!!






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