The Tip

The tip,
Of my finger,
Slowly,
Carefully,
Caressing you,
Sexually,
From your head,
To your toes,
So i can trace out,
The places,
My tongue is going to go,
Touch
Kiss,
Taste,
Lick,
The restless body of yours,
In-order to stimulate the love,
That has yet to enter your hearts core.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Jones Avatar
September 28, 2011 at 8:01 PM
Wow... that last line packs a punch! Congrats, kriss!~N
Sweetheart Avatar
September 27, 2011 at 6:37 PM
Congrats kriss on a wonderful win with fantastic entry of great words luv..
Brown Avatar
September 27, 2011 at 1:14 PM
What a great win you have here in Nette's "Soft Sensuality" contest, congratulations Kriss. Love, Carol
Mehta Avatar
September 27, 2011 at 12:42 PM
Congratulations on the win in the contest of nette, kriss
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