THAT OF WHICH I COVET (MILD EROTICA)

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JOURNAL # 41

the simmering feel
of your lips
upon
the smoothly chorded side
of my siren's neck
the flesh based taste
of your ultra masculine kiss
fused with my every shaking
breath
the goose flesh I acquire
from the stroke of your
gentle firmed hand
down (almost imperceptibly down)
the intoxicating white path
of my soft, silky, nude hip
beneath the edge of my French cut
leg cuff you skim and daringly trace
as I nibble sexy, wet samples
of your freshly shaved cheek
and chin
hitherto any other thought of yours
to erase
the plush, hot, pulsing feel
of the lynx like coat that is your
fully bared chest
against my inquisitive fingertips
tempts me to sin outrageously
please sir note to linger
that it is these very things
'That Of Which I Covet'
which invariably beseech
my fragile preoccupation
to appeal
to your mercy's love that is
to relieve me soonest of such
throbbing addictions
with the banquet feedings
you generously will supply
to my numerous future cravings...........
(Nov.14, 2015 808am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

To quote an old Glenn Miller song what can I say other than I was IN THE MOOD! laughs. My estrogen must have spiked a bit laughs even harder!

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