Caresses on his back made him quiver.
Enticingly, she said, “Love, come hither.”
Warm fingers rubbed his spine.
Her kisses felt so fine.
An Indian princess was his giver.
© December 10, 2010
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2010
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