toying with the thought..

My eyes caress her
Down her neck, into the valley of her cleavage
Around her almost perfect apple breasts
I wish
My hands didn't want to follow
That I didn't want to see her
Coral frosted fingertips
Clamped over my nipples
Breasts smashed into hers
Our fists clenched in
Eachother's long straight hair


I watch her lips slick tangerine
Smooth, corners lifted, plump
Imagine what one would feel like
between my teeth, my tongue tasting
her lipstick, balm or gloss
suffused in her perfume
musky, peppery, woodsy nectar of the gods
rubbed into her sandlewood skin
kissed by her auburn hair

Her ass would fit nicely
In the palms of my hands
As I pull her closer, teeth clamping
her plump lower lip, working my way
to her swollen nipple-tipped breast
down her sandlewood stomach
between her sandy thighs
and into her...

smelly-- fuck it
I'm not quite bisexual
but toying with the thought