These Hands

These hands....

These hands that have clothed your naked body

caressed your sultry cheek

run gently through your soft hair

these hands

veined, strong, hard, and sure

have flowed like electricity down your spine

cupped the small of your back

gripped your hips

white knuckled and tight

felt the thunderous thumping of your heart between

your breasts

and held your sweet hands in lingering rapture....

These lips

these lips that have tasted your sweet hunger

whispered honeyed evil into your ear

kissed the open expanse of your neck

promised pleasure and tasted it on your body

feeling the electric tension and rapturous joy....

These eyes

these eyes have stood spellbound in your vision

looked deep into your soul

peered into your eyes - wide with hunger

then watering with succulent pleasure

traced the joy of your smile

watched your back arched in ecstasy

then gazed at your sleeping form in innocent

repose....

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