Touch Me - Dusk
Dusk
we stir
hands in roam
adventurous
her scent captures me
teasing, her touch excites
meandering souls unite
curvaceously in dancing sync
such pertness allures, emotions run
quenched lips joyously grace, in kissing taste
cresting like breakers, rhythmical in soar
arching as hips grind, shadows abound
hands now clasped, sporadic sighs
loving chants of desire voiced
inner release erupts
implosion occurs
panting curbed
two in lie
content
Loved
~*~ Touch Me - Dusk written by James Fraser for entry into Nette's ~*~
“TOUCH ME COUNT-UP AND DOWN” - Contest
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