As we play till dusk
The crimson flame has dimmed as the logs slowly turn to ashes
I wanted to slither out of bed, making sure it was stealth
but you caught my waist and I slumped back in
we both giggled.
Your warm hands guided my body towards yours
with a gentle force, you turned me to face you
and now we are face to face
we stared into each other's eyes
you made me tingle inside.
Your musky scent lingered as I read the curvature of your smile
and it says, "Come play, my dear."
Chantilly laced and perfumed
my body aches to do it again
make me moan as my hands protest you to stop
a shiver tickles my inner thigh
flutter of fiery passion enraptured
left its brand upon my bosom
your ardent kisses bruised my lips
What transpires thereafter
only you and I
dare to fantasize.
© Sher™
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