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Wet towel...
Wet shoulder's
fresh skin...
Afraid to turn round
from the mirror I peer in.
Deep brown eyes
more sultry than mine
From the outside
the towel moist
privacy makes you
"Quickly wrap your waist".
Eyes dart down.
Confidential frowns.
I'm aroused.
It's like a hug I explain.
Not a drug, it's more shame.
Vulnerability... they want to know.
Through your towel your tower shows.
I'm addicted, but not panicked.
Not shy but prodded.
I see that your are
a tasty temptation.
I want my way with you
because of who you are.
Darkened skin,
hushed grins...
I will go there for you, because
we already did.
Untameable,
fleeting heart beats
run and depart.
I owl, because you yes me
and I seem to enjoy this
"awakening."
Hug me,
destroy the hype,
it's desiring a rewrite.
But you know this,
so I want you in my room
fresh from prison
I want to know your wet.
Cos I see you, through the thin
towel.
Penetrating?
Yes!
fresh skin...
Afraid to turn round
from the mirror I peer in.
Deep brown eyes
more sultry than mine
From the outside
the towel moist
privacy makes you
"Quickly wrap your waist".
Eyes dart down.
Confidential frowns.
I'm aroused.
It's like a hug I explain.
Not a drug, it's more shame.
Vulnerability... they want to know.
Through your towel your tower shows.
I'm addicted, but not panicked.
Not shy but prodded.
I see that your are
a tasty temptation.
I want my way with you
because of who you are.
Darkened skin,
hushed grins...
I will go there for you, because
we already did.
Untameable,
fleeting heart beats
run and depart.
I owl, because you yes me
and I seem to enjoy this
"awakening."
Hug me,
destroy the hype,
it's desiring a rewrite.
But you know this,
so I want you in my room
fresh from prison
I want to know your wet.
Cos I see you, through the thin
towel.
Penetrating?
Yes!
Published 11th Nov 2015
| Edited 18th Apr 2016
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11th Nov 2015 11:17am
I think that ur writing is great u capture the moments and ur wording is outstanding
11th Nov 2015 2:19pm
11th Nov 2015 4:16pm
.....a slow building flame this is. Each stanza growing more powerful than the next, almost a retrospective. Hazily erotic.....the way your desire builds and the only thing between "the mirror I peer in" and the inevitable panicked pleasures waiting to be unleashed is the o so thin fabric of a towel......ooo weee
"Wet.
Penetrating?
Yes!"
This is powerful dear dreamer........a slow burning fire. definitely going onto my list of favs 😉
"Wet.
Penetrating?
Yes!"
This is powerful dear dreamer........a slow burning fire. definitely going onto my list of favs 😉
11th Nov 2015 5:24pm
Good, hope it's not on your list of flaws... Thanks, for commenting! Equipment lease?💫😯😍😕💃👏💫
30th Jan 2016 6:17pm
"Through your towel your tower shows," - you are living up to your name, Artistica
Wow, thanks Joe. Vulnerability, when you need to bye. Saw you! Last year? Nope!😚
