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Longing for You

                                                   
Naked under the sheet                                                          
cotton brushes my skin                                                        
caresses me as if it were                                                      
your hands stroking my                                                          
breasts, cupping my hip.                                                        
Mapping me for future                                                          
dreams.                  
       
That time we first met        
appetites fully whetted                                                                          
our tissues engorged        
sweat drenching sheets        
pillows under ass cheeks        
we fell upon each other        
you wrapped around me        
pressed hard to my back,        
I felt your quiver, your rise                                                                                                   
with our need, dipping into                                                                                        
wet anticipation, sl i i i i i ding                                                                                          
into folds oiled by        
fingers exploring        
tunnels and towers.        
We feasted and slavered.        
I swallowed you whole        
while your tongue traveled                                                                                         
into and over and under.        
       
Deep inside, I squeezed you tight        
my lips - no matter which -        
tasted your every inch.        
                                                  
I get wet just thinking        
how quickly we threw        
shyness overboard.        
       
That very first time, we learned        
we were better speaking Braille        
and more fluent in bodily fluids.        
       
I miss your passion, your smile                                                 
the hungry eyes: impatient,                                                    
guileless, seething with the                                                    
promise of feathery touches                                                    
as lust erupted into ardent, tainted love.    
   
   
                                                                                                                                  
Written by MayRayn (May Rayn)
Published | Edited 24th May 2016
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