Tickle fightA Poem by V M Smith
Red, brown, blond
Hair framing freckles on a Soft tear-dropped shape. Brown highlighted with green Eyes sparkling at me Between smiling eye lids. Cheeks pushed up, flexed, Pulling soft red lips Into a perfect pouty crescent. Soft, lean muscles surround me As your arms struggle with themselves to both Pull me closer and push me away. My fingers resting on your belly and hip Press against flexing muscles As you giggle and wriggle, Pulling away as I tickle. This is perfection. © 2013 V M SmithAuthor's Note
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Added on October 16, 2013Last Updated on October 16, 2013 AuthorV M SmithORAbouti'm not a writer; i am a liar. i sometimes write far too specifically; i sometimes write so vague even i lose track of what it is i'm on about. i tend to write when i can't think. this seems to be.. more..Writing
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