His Touch

His hands wove erotic caresses

As the hairs on my neck stood on end

Then slowly, his lips meet mine

Touching my warm moist lips.

 

I surrendered to treasures he offered

Through the tingling of his fleshy fingers

Wrapping myself in his embrace

I gave way to his seduction.

© Hazel

◄ A Poem of Idioms

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