More Than Just Clothes Hit the Floor...A Poem by Bound In RedSight. Taste. Smell. Sound. Touch. They all go hand in hand. We let the clothes slip off our bodies And we start to explore. Sight: Just the sight of him shake at my touch. Is way more than to turn me on. Thrilling, Exciting. This is the sight I never get sick of. Taste: The sweetness of whatever we just had to drink Lasts on his lips. But there is his own salty taste under this sweetness. This is the taste I never get sick of. Smell: How he always smells, Indescribable. Just that it's just his special scent. There's the scent of me here too. From all our other times alone... This is the smell that I never get sick of. Sound: The cotton being lifted off my body. Our denim jeans scratching against each other. The mattress's groan under our weight and movements. The click of my belt being unlatched as we kiss. "Come on baby..." All the little sounds we love but dont notice, Once we start to get louder. Heavy breath, fast and shallow Turn into moans and begs for more, "Please..." Finally a choked scream while not trying to be caught. These are the sounds I never get sick of. Touch: The big one. Our hair. Our ears. Necks, Chests, My Back, and legs. Everything gets a slight brush or just a teasing breeze. Others... Scratched, bitten, pulled, or anything else we can do To tease each other. The other senses I can without, but I need his touch the most.
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6 Reviews Added on December 11, 2012 Last Updated on December 11, 2012 AuthorBound In RedGarrett, INAboutSYLPH OF HEART ASYMMERTRICAL DERSE DREAMER all about me!!Created by cutiepie656 and taken 13520 times on Bzoink*Basics*name: Tanesha "Nesh" birthday: August 11, 1995 zodiac sign: Leo! where .. more..Writing
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