Hidden Theater Steam

Nails feather her nape
as warmth unwinds.

Sweat roams a path;
droplets open uncrossed legs,
exposing moist down
in the cool theater.

Lover's hand drifts,
drawn toward the damp.

Lips part.
A single morsel pleases.
Tongue twirls,
mixing sweet and salt.

Circles spread,
widening ripples of response.

Nipples rise
as longing swirls
and quintessence trembles
soft echoes through the shadows.

A puff escapes her lips.

Popcorn rockets in the dark.





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Tristesse2 made suggestions on structure and word choice, improving this piece.