TouchA Poem by James Walpole
Whispering fingers
on skin as the nerves reach up to be electrified by soft slight fingers, feeling lingers in those places, tiny impulses, nails like ghosts of ice dancers on the surface sliding up legs then ribcage over shoulders to excite the back then bums of each other, reciprocating affection, two touching lovers; Sensation Traced through skin… a flowing river. © 2014 James WalpoleReviews
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StatsAuthorJames WalpoleBirmingham, Agnostic, United KingdomAboutI like writing things thought I would like to get my stuff out there a bit more and I joined this. more..Writing
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