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Concentration

We sat
on the floor
and talked
about how
you felt it was
all going,
and how
you wanted
for your life
to change.  

As we talked,
I ran my finger
down your arm
and you leaned forward,
exposing your breasts
through the button holes
of your blouse.  

I glanced
to the side
and you tossed
your hair,
exposing your nipple
as you flexed
your forearm.  

Your hair fell
to the side
and then
your eyes closed
as you noticed
my lips
glancing your neck
and sliding
along
until that nipple
was being
completely tongued
into a frenzy
of frustration.  

"Stop!"
you told me.

And I sat back
and listened
and you stopped
talking.  

"Where was I?  
You made me forget!"
 
"I know where I was,"
I said.  

"Okay, do that again
until I remember."  

"Okay then……"  
"What was it?
I asked
after a few minutes,
wanting to know
what she had
been thinking.  

"Never mind;
it really is not
that important.
Don't stop."  

I just
kept licking.

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