Standing close behind
She shudders in anticipation
For his commanding touch; but
He denies her such satisfaction
Only applying goosebumps to her skin
His hot breath teases increasing her adrenaline
Fingers hooking the straps of her top
Pulling over those soft shoulders
Drawing down ever slowly like molasses 
Cascading over skin on winter morning
The cloth rolls over nipples perked
As beacons to draw male sucklance 
Yet he denies her touch in defiance
Of his own craving of needing her 
Two Hearts beating as one waiting
Embracing this intimate moment
For that first touch that they have been dreaming

By: UInk [16 Jan 15]©

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Chloe Marina

Thu 28th May 2015 23:13

Very vivid and lucid I love it!

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