Saturday, 23 March 2013

Intimacy


I miss the intimacy of
toes on instep, of
knee against hamstring.
loins and buttocks
stickily nestled, hands
tight clasped between
cooling breasts, mouth
buried in thick hair I could
happily drown in.
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  1. cammies on the floor24 March 2013 at 20:05

    Oh lovely... Those are the things I find I crave, restless in an empty bed, the contended sigh stirring my hair as I lay entwined with my lover pressed against me. Very intimate. Great post.

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