His wide, warm palms skirted my upper arms,
on their way to other places,
a smooth but strong caress behind my neck,
and a firm grip further south.
An inhale of longing,
and soon future pleasures.
A kiss with a naughty smile,
twisted up inside,
as his tongue....did...things.
A gasp of surprise,
as he lifted me off my feet...
No more teasing.
We were lost in a welcome storm of cuppling,
and didn't want saving.
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New Moon Day
PoetryA book of poetry and short stories for all of my Mother Nature-loving friends. Thank you, God, for all of life's blessings. On-going. ©2023 and 2024 by A. E. F. All Rights Reserved.
