SKIN

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JOURNAL #32

for it

the fingers incessantly ache

the mouth endlessly hungers

the tongue  nervously flicks

the lips  plumpingly pout

the teeth forcibly grit

in their barely harnessed want

the breath catches itself

in suspended wait

as the eyes  glaze over and

deliciously dilate

the hands clench and unclench

as the hips sassily swivel

to and fro

mimicking the wanton dance

of salacious lovers

at each other so very ready to go

as the thighs restlessly flex

the nips darken a rosed pink hue

and pucker in expected delight

and extremely private parts pulse

in the glee of their own wetted appetite

all of this sensual display of ache

just for the want and touch

of your so beloved skin..............

(Aug. 18, 2007 1105pm)










Author's Notes/Comments: 

for R.R.

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