His slow trail of lips’ steps
round hipbones and belly
churn insides to liquid desire
flutterpats of his fingertips
float across and down neck
dance tip toe upon shoulder
gently skip across inside of arm
no time exists
under his spell upon my flesh
©MidwestFantasy
02/28/2017
clever and erotic kudos ❤
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Very sensual
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You paint a picture of pure sensuality with the way you write. Bravo!!!
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Your words are delightfully real and refreshing
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You made my day🌺 Thank you.
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Yes, I am catching up. .. I just love what you do here and how you do it. Nice work!
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I am very honored. Thank you!!
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