Your tongue is a wanderer,
leaving sparks.
This flesh is not the same
after you have traveled
over these peaks and valleys.
What is it about you
that leaves my skin softer?
What is it about this meshing,
that makes me forget who I am?
My skin is no longer my own,
for when I touch myself,
it is only you that I feel...
lingering in the places you long to dwell.


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You're on fire girl!
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Wonderfully expressed.
Species
...and shared in so few words. It's completely delicious.
10 4 u
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Blessings and best wishes - S.