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Biting Her Lip......

   
damn......    
   
….she's biting her lip    
doesn't she know what that does to me    
is she truly aware of the beast      
she's about to set free....in me?    
   
her blushing face    
set's it off    
the key to her arousal    
the difference in    
my *hard* and her *soft*    
   
biting her bottom lip    
closing her eyes    
slowly squirming in her chair    
very wet between her alabaster thighs    
   
(...and I simply walked into her lair)    
   
midnight cologne,    
her “au natural” parfum    
   
her seductive “musk” thickens the air    
I'm left wondering    
if there are any    
panties down there    
   
she's got me weak in the knees    
thinking of    
an impromptu moment    
an unsuspecting door awaits an opening    
a prelude to a sensual innuendo    
that will shame the eyes    
of the birds and the bees    

   
damn…..she's biting her lip    
   
and I am dripping wet    
streaming from the tip,    
swooning from the glow    
of brush fires burning down below...    
   
…..a masterful Monet    
the picture of long, slightly obtuse legs    
showing from beneath    
   
a  short,  bright, yellow, summer dress    
she nervously    
crosses, uncrosses them    
clenching her thighs tightly    
got me drenched    
in a cold cold sweat    
   
glimpses of black french lace,    
can't I have just a taste    
of something a little warm,    
and just a little wet?    
   
an awe inspiring erogenous zone you see    
filling me with a potent lust    
it has completely taken over me....    
   
her ocean-blue eyes    
capture my steely glance    
she flashes me a demure smile    
as she watches the snake stirring    
stealthily through the grass...    
   
…..and she bites her swollen, rouge-colored lips    
   
   
(.....inspired by the words of E. L James fictional character, Christian Grey)    
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Written by MusicallyMrM (Mr_Mahogany_Wood)
Published | Edited 29th Mar 2015
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