my head on your shoulder

I study the colors as they lay spread out across your skin

Fingers trace the lines from your neck down the length of your chest

I am enjoying the slow exploration

The touch, the tease of my fingertips

Never a man of patience

all at once

My mouth is full of you

But you know this is how I like it best

Back and forth

Your skin, your tongue, your moans

Slippery sin and it’s consequence

Rising up and up

Until you make good on your promises

To always take what you want, how you want and when

LL

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