Snapshot.
The feather-finger-touch of nail on skin,
Running lightly down his spine; exquisite;
Shivering; and slowly breathing deepens; lips,
Forceful, but soft as butterfly wings, caressing
Lips; silky smooth skin on skin; heat; depth;
And the slow throb, the piston-rhythm builds;
And in that moment . . .
In that moment.
© 2ndwitch, 29/04/14
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