White Foam Tickles
~
Warm water caresses,
my mind drifts lingering
somewhere beautiful,
hot surges soothe
exposed flesh while
love melodically drips
between silken sighs,
tempted touches trace
passion’s curves
along smooth lines,
white foam tickles
midst desire’s giggles
as waves form upon
a glistening surface,
pulses rhythmically race
when satisfaction
comes within the
moistened
charms of you
~
In case it is cold where you are tonight. : )
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2019
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