Soft whispers on my nape
Shivers spiral down my back
Meeting your longing hands at its base
Hands playing across your broad chest
A smile touches the corner of your swollen lips
Pulses cascade through out
Forcing my body to do my minds bidding
Hip to hip, playing a delicate rhythem
Side to side, its own primal dance
Stretching to meet your tentative lips
Laying upon my pulse
Feeling my inner desire playing drums through my veins
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