you slide the hem of your skirtupwards
the caress of fabric
against your fevered skin
fingers probing within
breath ragged
as the wind
that blows through the open door.
I scrape my nails
across your naked thighs
sighs
of fervent passion.
I watch. You like being watched.
We match.
Perfectly.
1 comment:
T'is a very good picture. And they say a picture is worth a thousand words. Mmmm and just what exactly is she doing on the couch? ~giggles~
May I have more please?
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