Her fingers lightly trailed against
a pearl-white skin, leaving little to be unnoticed.
Running up her elegant neck comes her face;
small and delicate yet firm in beauty.
Peach-tinted lips widened midway,
while uttering her lovers name
into the midnight silence.
As though in response, light breeze
tickled her exposed chest as it swept
throughout the room, hand teasingly rested
on thighs--- her back arched a bit more
to confront the winter gusts of wind.
Bed sheets fluttered lightly and stirred
the cascading locks of hazel fanned out
over silk pillows catching the moon''s gaze.
With eyelashes dimmed, she tilted her head
off to the side and felt the hint of a smile
touch her lips. Good night, she murmured lightly
into the darkness as it wrapped its arms around her form.
Brian Strand Contest
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