Not Alone

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Bored and alone
Dangerous combination

Neck cranes
Left
Right
Left again

Yes, alone

Tongue moistens lips
Fingertips slide across
Pulling down
Ever so softly

One hand slips south
Eyes close
Memories, fantasies, and fingers dance provocatively

Kneed and pull at warmth

The moment
Just before
Like the ocean pulling back before a tidal wave

Hold it
Revel in it

The release
Letting the weight fall away
The water crashes onto the shore

“Ahem”

Eyes flash open

Significant Other stands
A wry smile
“Can’t I leave the two of you alone for five seconds?”

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fawniefawniealmost 20 years ago
~chuckles with amusement~

i thought this was wonderful..what a fun read..and really did leave me chuckling! very nice!

trendyredheadtrendyredheadalmost 20 years ago
Been there done that!

Could completely relate to this one - nicely done!

tarablackwood22tarablackwood22almost 20 years ago
You...

...bad boy you! Fine writing, lost. You've come a long way.

WickedEveWickedEvealmost 20 years ago
What else is there to do

when you're bored and alone? ;)

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 20 years ago
Caught in the act!

I like this quirky little poem with a twist. I starts out letting you think it's going to be a run-of-the-mill description of self-pleasuring and ends with a nice little kicker.

:Note: I no longer use the thermomter, it's pointless.

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