- Erotic Poetry
- Wet Velvet
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Your touch is warm and moist
like wet velvet
slinking and slithering across my skin
nails scratching a trail
of goose bumps across my flesh
that lead like a map, to the seat of my desire
with relief I relish your hand sliding down,
surrendered or captured within
the curve of my hip
where your nails rake even deeper
drawing lines across flesh stretched tautly
and I am rendered helpless
begging your hands to slide lower
seek out the depths inside me
that beg for juncture, union, connection
one by one each of your fingers
tickling down my hip, across my thighs
spreading and opening up skin that is
delicate and slippery
in the moment I swear to myself
that I’ve never felt so open, never felt so free
never wanted anything more than the feel of your
hand trapped between my thighs and your fingers
thrusting and rocking
inside my body
push yourself in deeper, your fingers feel
like they could reach the uncharted territory
of my heart and soul
push yourself in deeper,
my body wrapped around your hand
warm and moist
like wet velvet.
- COMMENTS
MacDukeover 17 years agoVery evocative. Transports us to the time when we finger fucked instead of fucking. Nice!
LeBrozover 17 years agoA hot little piece where wet velvet is first an exterior than an interior description; read it and see.
