You don't just taste me,
You devour me.
I burn as your gaze
Teases my skin,
Teases my flesh.
Brush against me,
Allow me to savour,
Each precious touch,
Soft as a petal
Whispering against
The sweet, gentle curve
Of my spine.
You don't just see me,
You beautify me,
I melt as your touch,
Teases my body,
Teases my senses.
Press against me,
Allow me to sample,
You in all your forms,
Decadent as a scent,
Lingering in a mist,
On my breast.
You don't just feel me,
You hold me,
I arch as your breath,
Teases my soul,
Teases my mind.
A contest entry
- In The Mood by WingedWolf.
600 points, ended July 13, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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teasing is always fun. beautifully written. love the way you put your words. great job and good luck.
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