DRIPPING #4

rosiebiwords

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I long for your touch
on
my skin
My mind
tries to remember
your tongue,
as it
glided
in and out
of dips and
curves.
My heart beats fast
at the memory
of fingers
in tight,
hot,
wet
places
And
in pleasure,
I have
legs fold
to
keep
juices from
dripping…
Trying to
keep it
all within,
all to myself,
so…
selfishly…
as the ache
pours over me
so does my
wanting

~These words are from my heart to yours. My thoughts spun to words. Be kind and respect them.~

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