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A Spider's Touch
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Extended Metaphors Your fingertips crawled across my skin
Causing the hairs on my arm to stand on end:
Arousal in its least predatory form.
You bit lovingly into my tamed neck,
Your silky tongue slithering along,
Tasting every inch of me.
We were caught in a web of tangled limbs,
Woven onto our satin bed sheets
Where I was trapped in your lustful grip.
What a superb use of metaphor!
J-Called