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For Heaven's Sake

When I dream tonight
it will be of you my love.
You will slip soundlessly
between my sheets
as I softly sleep.

You asked about my scent?
Now I present to you my neck.
The dip at my clavicle.
The tip of my breast.
Where you like it best.

Your mouth makes its
way to my navel.
The musk of my groin.
Something stirs in your loins.
I am wide awake.....

For heaven's sake.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Mark Avatar
April 2, 2016 at 1:13 AM
Oh, wow, ..this is close enough to taste, ...lol... a little forgivable typo on the word dream, ( first line) ...but understandable as your concentration was elsewhere...
Murray Avatar
April 2, 2016 at 3:04 AM
It certainly was! Now Mark, don't encourage me anymore.........
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