a glance compromises the senses,
promises silently spoken,
time stills, snakes sinuously
realise
how soft
how smooth
how sensual she is
sinking in silken thrall
skins surface, exquisite as
polished glass,
organic obsidian
seduces the fingertips,
a single stroke causes
shivering sexuality,
to trace her flesh
is to be lost in lust
slowly slip, slide down her spine
her side, her thighs
deep stare penetrates her eyes,
sensitive strokes on carnal instincts,
circles, spheres, Ovals
her cries and sighs mine to prize.
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