Thursday, 13 June 2013

When the Hand Talks Back


Dark eyes hidden in dark hair, her
sculpted scapulae almost meeting,
slim hands full of
balled-up sheet, slender biceps
bunched, calves strained by
tip-toe tension, a trickle of
sweat cascading down her
sharply-defined spine, the
sound of one hand clapping
fading into the hot night as the
perfect rendition of my hand
appears abruptly on her
perfect ass.

3 comments:

  1. Wonderful, very enjoyable. Loved how the scene unravels to that perfect ending.

    O

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  2. Oh this is quite lovely, and like the above comment, a perfect ending. The colors are vivid visuals. And this activity is a new kink of mine.

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  3. Love this poem! The one hand clapping image is brilliant!
    xxPenny

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