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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