Trailing
Trailing fingers in the water,
Full length, skin upon the grass,
Concentric circles eddy out,
Stirring blossoms as they pass.
Trailing vines upon my body,
Down my nape, across my hips,
Like fingers in a dream remembered,
Gently teasing at my lips.............
Trailing tendrils on my thighs,
Warm now softly kneading,
Knowing smile creeps round my mouth,
Wond'ring where theyre leading.........
Trailing hair, damp lustrous curtain,
Lifting, tilting, ass presenting,
Captive hips, slide under pressure,
Parting folds, and walls consenting.
Trailing sweat and rhythmic rocking,
I know his body, he knows mine,
Riding, flaring, exclamation,
I'm easy, he's my anodyne.
Trailing drops, white opalescent,
Mischief rises in my mind,
Bending elbows, folding, bending,
Crashing, splashing, he behind..........
Trailing streams, cascading water,
Bodies flashing, bright sunshine,
A captured wrist..........and drawn together,
I read his eyes.........and he reads mine.
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