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I think they are your hands moving over me.
Soft and smooth, not what I expected.
Like breath, slowly stripping me and releasing me into a world in which I only thought I knew or understood.
Who would have thought that such strength could produce such a feeling?
Your hands inside me, around me, moving me in ways that are only done in movies.
Licking me a encouraging me that it is ok.
Behind these doors things are safe to say and do,
Away from the eyes of a critical society,
We can play and be ourselves.
I feel myself be pulled and explored, and it is more welcoming than I had imagined.
Places on fire
Wanting more.
I claw and bite,
And am not so shy,
As the girl that I am supposed to be.
My tongue and teeth are bared and I nip and pull in comfort,
In burning,
In ecstasy.
The spring filled air, fake and smoky,
Leads my mind to far away.
I can not seem to go,
I can not seem to stay.
For my body has changed and I feel tense in places where there are no muscle,
Shivers and quakes where there should be bone,
And desire that is more than thought.
I want you, I need you,
It is if, at this moment, if you were to vanish,
I too would disappear.
We are closer now that we ever have been,
And you haven’t said a word.
I don’t even know your name.
