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Reading Her

I live
For those subtle signs
The shortening breath
The delicate gasp
I travel
Your body, searching
Hands grasping bedsheets
Dainty toes curling
I find
Every decadent spot
Your quickening pulse
Flush of rose on cheeks
I use
All of my assets
Bringing goose bumps to skin
And rapture closed eyes
I make
Your body my playground
Your tongue licking lips
Your back gently arched
I know
Just what you need
Heels digging into mattress
Your sex near dripping
I take
My luxurious time
Scent of arousal thick in the air
Eyes begging me to release you
I master
Every single inch of you
Nipples become hardened peaks
Bosom swells with lust
I observe
Your rapidly mounting desire
The way you push to my touch
The desperate need you feel when I pause
I donít
Need your words
I already know I control you
I can read your body like a book.
Written by Rjm
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