Photography by Steve Henry
One touch.
That exhalation of breath that comes when my hand skims fevered skin until it pauses over your beating heart.
My own heart races in anticipation of what I plan to do to you.
With you.
For you.
Smooth strokes.
No better image than the one of you squirming from just my touch.
I love to watch your face when you come beneath my possessive hand.
Your eyes squeeze shut, your teeth clench together, and that moan is better than the finest symphony.
I run a finger through the sticky aftermath before tasting you.
And you smile.
And touch me back.
6 comments:
A wonderful piece of writing.
I agree, thanks for sharing
wonderful, thank you
Yes! Very beautiful writing!
this is beautiful thank you for sharing it. will definitely go visit the writer.
I love this one, so moody, so simple. x
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