We dance to a symphony of breath and sighs
My fingers trace the curve of your waist over your soft cotton shirt
nails grazing and scraping at the exposed skin above your hip as you lift your arms
I push my palms against you and squeeze,
I know I'm leaving marks where my fingers dig in but I can't help it.
excitement and anticipation flood my system
even as arousal heats my core
The soft kisses we've shared grow feverish with need
I need more,
I need to feel more,
More of your soft skin,
Your shirt slips up easily with my guidance
The pads of my thumbs smooth along your the stomach
counting every rib as glide up
The swells of your breasts invite my cupping hands
I leave a trail of bite marks from your ear to your neck
to your collar bone.
Pushing you back I feel predatory
but the smile teasing your lips lets me know it's what you want too
I tug on your jeans,
fumbling with the fly as I try to remove the tight denim from your sharp hip bones
Your thighs don't tremble
You're too composed for that
My stomach fills with butterflies and I need you
I lower myself down and kiss your skin
My tongue blazes a hot path to wear I know you need me most
I drown in you,
In copper pennies and honey.
About the Creator
Deb Simmonds
Creative writer. Women led stories. Crime, dark comedy, lesfic novels and short stories. Poems when the mood takes me.
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