Touching him graduates to a kiss,
But not a quaint peck on tender lips.
Within seconds of wrestling with his tongue,
His balmy palms navigate ’round my hips.
Lust expands the night’s possibilities
And thrives in the midday sun’s heat.
It lurks in my mind and makes the daily grind
A necessary respite from excessive erotic treats.
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