Erotic PoetryOver the Phonewords whispered into my ear
the phone is hot against my skin
neck curved to catch every sound
every command
every caress of your voice
fingers trail across my body
touching my breasts
teasing my nipples
my fingers, your touch
soft folds, wet, hot, deep
gasping, panting, moaning
my hands, your caress
a throaty cry, back arches
fingers dig deep, pressure
pressure
release.
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