The Urgent Flesh
As sun smiled a last few moments
on our warm, trembling rock,
and I sat behind you in the breeze,
your skin visibly welcomed
touch of sunset, touch of air
and touch of worshipful hands.
I'd have ravished you there
but for the uncertainty of the day.
Your breasts grew urgent
under my audacious touch,
and your skin threatened
to burst into a myriad rays
of warmly chilled daylight.
I was not quite sure
whether your luxurious flesh
surrendered to the touch
of that flirtatious summer breeze
or surrendered to the touch
of my infatuated hands.
It satisfied me then, there,
to think that it might be both.
30th June 2020
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2020
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