Wanton, Wicked Wednesday...
I need to feel the rough touch against
My sensitive skin, the hot breath
Against my neck and the harsh whisper
Filling my ear with delight
I need to curl up on a bed with a soft mattress,
Be unfurled slowly, carefully, as if I were
Some precious hothouse flower, delicate even in
My midst of warm-tongued passion.
I need to feel the wet kiss down, across my
Throbbing breasts and under my rounded
Stomach, creeping over my thighs and someplace--
I need to gasp in sheer pleasure, moan in adulterated
Abandon, and bring you
Down to rest upon my body.
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