What is it ??
Why do I keep coming back
to this one photograph ????
His dark eyes ... that I long to see passion turn
even darker
His lips ... I imagine those soft lips kissing me
everywhere
His neck ... my desire to kiss that one spot, my lips feeling that rapid pulse because of my touch
a small exposure of chest hair, the longing too feel it's softness and run my hands lower
do I dare ???
My hands are sweaty
My pulse beating faster
I catch my breath as a warm
tingling spreads
just at the possibility of him ....
Go ahead, what do you have to lose
"Hello, I like your photo" ever so gently typing those few words onto the keys .... then adding him as a favorite.
.... and all the while that I had been thinking about him ...
He had "favored" me too
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