Monday, January 21, 2013

Adventure

My hands ache
To travel the naked
Length of you
This lingering hunger
For the primitive
Arching moaning
Response as I
Explore and discover
All your secret
Places

Gathering senses
Folds of soft cloth
In your pleasure
Clenched fingers
Tasting crushed
Berry trails
Running down
Your steamy curves
Searching the
Eager and elusive
Adventure horizon

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