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“I moved my hand”
I moved my hand
On down her hair,
Onto a side of her face,
Across her red lips
That shines like rubies
And are plump a ripe plums,
Onto her long neck
Down the flesh of silky smoothness,
To her apple breasts,
And moved between the parted sea
Onto her tight belly,
And wringled a finger
In the pierced navel.
Then I moved
My hand down a little more
And she smacked it,
Sayng, “You don’t get me
So easily.”
-12-04-03
On down her hair,
Onto a side of her face,
Across her red lips
That shines like rubies
And are plump a ripe plums,
Onto her long neck
Down the flesh of silky smoothness,
To her apple breasts,
And moved between the parted sea
Onto her tight belly,
And wringled a finger
In the pierced navel.
Then I moved
My hand down a little more
And she smacked it,
Sayng, “You don’t get me
So easily.”
-12-04-03
Published 20th May 2015
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20th May 2015 1:20pm
Good for her! One does not always get what one wants without a little bit of resistance. Very enjoyable write.
