Lost
I stand waiting
For him to come back
He touched my soft sweet sensual virgin skin
He grazed my tender clit
He made me feel extraordinary.
I came to him in my blue jeans and a big white tee.
And with one look I fell to my knees
I NEEDED HIM.
Slowly he walked over and climbed on top of me crawling up from my feet
Slowly dragging himself lightly up my body
He laid me back so softly
So gently
He slowly reached his hand into my shirt
He caressed my silky tender breast...
He treated me with such care
Such compassion
Then when he is threw,
He just gets up and left
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- The Knowledge Of Eve by Glasyalabolas.
800 points, ended May 12, 2008, 7 entries
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Comments
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Again, this take on the prompt goes in a different direction to what one would expect, with the twist in the tail. The ending to the piece very much gives her fresh 'knowledge' and experience. Very well thought out.
Good write.
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