His fingertips wanted to drool over her;
to bathe her freckles in saliva kisses
and then tickle them dry.
It was almost only yesterday
that she was yearning for
a warm body;
one that will fuck her on a table top
and delight in her sighs,
and one that will hold her tenderly
without yenning to move on.
His arm rested under the arch of her back
and the other caressed all of her senses,
as if they all were grand keys,
and a perfect harmony could be made
by stroking them.
She implored her eyes weren’t liars
as the sensations in every ounce
of herself sat on the brink
Adding your comment:
sensual indeed.
