Warm flesh
Rapid pulse
Unmoistened lips
Nerves firing urging to touch.
“Do you want this?”
Questioned asked.
Pupils dilated.
Nipples pebbled.
“Yes”
Strong soft skin, silk to the touch
A path created by the God’s to Follow
Drawn closer.
Whispered touch.
Questionable girth
“Claim it for tonight.”
Soft hands squeezing tight
Glistening promises escapes
East to West directed by a push and pull
“Mine”
Tighten vise.
The devilish pace and waiting for a plain landscape to be painted on.
“Close”
Quivering muscle
Moan of delight and ache
Stuttered words
Warm cords create a one-of-a-kind masterpiece.








Mystically hot & sweet. 😉
Thank you, Jim:))
YW, I posted something. I hope it’s not too much…
BRAVO, Fia.
A masterpiece, indeed
Thank you, Adira;))
You’re very welcome
hello lovely Fia this one is different and unlike you but I enjoyed it 💕
Hi crimsin. thank you I do try to write outside my normal just for a change.;))
me too so I completely understand 💕
Beautifully penned, Fia. Always bringing fire my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian;))
Beautiful, as if cold lips touch the night. Love it!
Thank you, Adagio ;))