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White Towels and Moist Cake
“…..... one man's poison is another man's cake” -Idina Menzel
asking her to lay down on her belly
plush, white towel covers her skin
so that blinded eye will not see......
…..an acquaintance made so intimately
getting to know your body's delight
just as my fingertips memorize
a piano's keys
my muscles flex and hands squeeze
your skin....
….glistening with warm oil,
summer and sable
ass up on the table,
small circles
on the backs of you thighs
deep tissue rubs
to your buttock,
the small of your back
causing your nature to rise......
..it's raining, it's pouring
another towel to raise your hips
and send both our spirits soaring
a bit more oil applied
to your back
mmmm, you've got me feeling your vibe
from my taint, my loosely hangin' balls
scintillating jolts
run the length of my butt crack
down the inside of my thighs
my mouth hanging open
my eyes closed and hoping.......
….that you're feeling me just like I'm feeling you
white towels and moist cake
my how this towel has risen above
your bubbly bottom
and your legs spread slightly agape
my knife pressed hard
and covered with icing,
against the sides of your
pecan-tanned breast
my body begging for a slice
of your cake....
…...onto your back now
slowly opening my eyes
watching your rib cage
settle and rise
breathless and trembling
soft, gentle sighs
nipples become decorative ornaments
and your lips wet, longing to be
deeply
kissed
and my lips do mingle
sensually stroking your fingertips
just like this....
“….and how do you feel mademoiselle?”
finding
her mind and body in a heated debate
prepared to receive my “just desert”...
….white towels and moist cake
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