The Taste of Your Shoulder

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EmeliaBell
EmeliaBell
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A sweet innocent sort of lovemaking,
A kind of game that we both played.
You with your fists clenched,
Me with my fingers splayed.

A most conventional shape we took,
Nothing karma sutra or new,
But it felt new and exciting,
Because I did it with you.

It’s still a treasured fantasy,
Us melted together at our hips.
Your weight holding me down
And the taste of your shoulder against my lips.

EmeliaBell
EmeliaBell
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AmyfriendAmyfriendabout 17 years ago
It’s still a treasured fantasy,

says it all...well done

AnonymousAnonymousover 17 years ago
elegant

like familiar perfume, not mine, spirited. C.o.S.

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