Your Erotic Wake
Skin ripples like water fingers run like a river down arms, up legs between thighs Nurturing are your hands, as mysteries dissolve in your eyes. In your words, thoughts tip me over from night to day, from moonlight to sun ray, and passionate as flesh-strokes-- my need, like fingers planting seeds. What a pleasure to watch them sway in the wind, growing by day-- an exquisite treasure: shame at rest, slain in your erotic wake. Sign in to see full entry.