Bound by promises by tight disappointment Bound by longing by unrequited want Bound in satisfaction by stifling pain Bound by emotions by the regret pressed to my skin
I’ll slide the soap a little lower My lips will follow along Working in tandem To get you squeaky clean And very satisfied
And when the morning light Hits just right It reveals beautiful things to the world A lovely day to be alive
I’m a pretty apparition A light and airy thing Less haunting More invisible A ghost who fades away
Open mouthed kisses A path along goosebumped skin The gasp of surprise Followed closely by Multiple moans of satisfaction
If at first you don’t succeed Get back on your knees and lick again
Down And wait For me to Take you beautiful places
She draws you in With the siren call of her hips Full lips, curled hair Wait A closer look is required If she’ll let you near
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Lazy Sunday musings. Unedited “Hold that pose.” Lisa tilted my chin a little higher. I arched just a little, trying to ignore that ache that had nothing to do with the position I was in. The faint smell of my desire tickled my nose. Anticipation and nervousness had a way of riling me up. My …