Feather
Beauty held her
Light soft feather
Brushing his nipple so
It was as if a million
Shudders flooded
His skin a crimson glow
Tethered hands gagged mouth
No stifling his moan
The feather crept lower
Teasing ever lightly
A will of its' own.
Copyright © Kelli White | Year Posted 2016
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