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Come Again
Humid night befalls this place, I can not sleep...
I crave the cool,refreshing waters streaming over my skin...
The crystal pools of bliss call to me, and I dip deeply covering my nakedness...
Freedom to lie with the moonlight, tingles the erotic nature of me...
He dances with his beams upon my breasts, I am intoxicated by the thought of being watched...
Long hair, wet falls down my back, glares of light sparkle upon my body, as I move to deeper waters...
So sensual were the kisses of the gentle waves, pushing my frame where it desired...
Then finger tips touched mine,
I never saw him, swimming quietly alone in the shadows of the palms...
Skin dark, kissed by the sun, hair black as the ravens wings, eyes that saw through the night, like that of a jungle cat...
Yet he watched me...
The smile of sweetness and security to calm my fears, turned to looks of sultry admiration...
Pulling me close into him, heart racing, lips touched softly as he only spoke one word...
"Beautiful"
Swimming away into the shawdows once again, my body trembled at the thought of his touch...
I shall bathe another night, will he come again for me?
By: RFULLER 6/30/14
I crave the cool,refreshing waters streaming over my skin...
The crystal pools of bliss call to me, and I dip deeply covering my nakedness...
Freedom to lie with the moonlight, tingles the erotic nature of me...
He dances with his beams upon my breasts, I am intoxicated by the thought of being watched...
Long hair, wet falls down my back, glares of light sparkle upon my body, as I move to deeper waters...
So sensual were the kisses of the gentle waves, pushing my frame where it desired...
Then finger tips touched mine,
I never saw him, swimming quietly alone in the shadows of the palms...
Skin dark, kissed by the sun, hair black as the ravens wings, eyes that saw through the night, like that of a jungle cat...
Yet he watched me...
The smile of sweetness and security to calm my fears, turned to looks of sultry admiration...
Pulling me close into him, heart racing, lips touched softly as he only spoke one word...
"Beautiful"
Swimming away into the shawdows once again, my body trembled at the thought of his touch...
I shall bathe another night, will he come again for me?
By: RFULLER 6/30/14
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