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  • a little smoke
    a little night music
    doing our silly girly dance
    blue lights and candles
    we play with our hotness
    a little high but not so much
    watch our illusion in the mirror
    slipping out of clothes
    a striptease
    leaving only lace
    eyes lock and laugh
    should we
    sway together
    soft skin
    ebony and peach

    Perfumes mingled
    feminine mysteries
    possibilities dizzying
    dizzy with the scent of us
    shy but wanting
    a brush of lips
    your nipples color of wine
    berries ripe
    and yes oh please
    this touch of breast

    Eyes close while you taste my mouth
    your hands your touch
    so tender my heart swells and breaks
    holding so still
    hardly even breathing
    afraid to break this trembling thread

    This ache to pull you closer
    guide you to my need
    lay us down
    kisses and tongue
    a trail of cool
    my skin so hot it steams
    your breath so warm it shivers me

    Fingers tangled in your hair
    I am yours and want to take you
    bring you up to where I am
    hold you captive in this moment
    kissing every curve
    dance my tongue along your tender spots
    like a game of dot to dot...

    To tease oh so gently
    with ancient intuition
    breathe you in
    smell your heat
    find your pleasure
    oh so slow
    guide me
    hold me
    show me
    speak in tongues
    and you do
    we do
    one more dance
    drink you in
    until there is nothing left of me to give
    and nothing left of you to take.....
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