I am suspended mid-breath;
my mind is far too concentrated on your fingertips,
tracing their perfect shapes on such imperfect flesh,
to be concerned with such mundane tasks
as breathing.
And I know as soon as I exhale,
I will tumble--
so imperfectly--
from this wild high.
Your tongue tastes of ecstasy,
of abandoning reason, inhibition,
and anything else untouchable.
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A contest entry
- Shivering In Delight by Heavenly Angel.
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Very, very nice
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