Explore
Nail slips between lace and hesitant skin
Trembling fingers
meander over virgin ground
Smallest gasp
as she breaths in
Further down
seeking fountain
uncouth
Stop awaiting
permission
Thighs part slightly
Moistened ruby lips
copy on her face
Her breath race
Finger trace
Her hidden place
Gentle or unsure
Wetness welcomes
More
moving inside
Wanton open stride
Eyes can't hide
pleasure
pain
decide
Betrayed by her sighs
as on my hand she slides
Legs shake
Teeth taste lip
Halt
held in perfect plane
Her eyes hungry and insane
Her look almost disdain
This is not a game
Entwined my hair
And pushed with care
my face to replace
The finger that never wants to leave there
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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