Under my fingertips your lips were moist.
I was certain I heard your pleasure voiced
Those goose bumps were real, I felt at your door.
That brief stolen kiss whispering one more
My feet in the door, one more kiss to gain
Hands slid down your frame I knew you’d abstain
Intoxicating scent left on my hands
I left rather quickly fearing quicksand
©2011 Michael Yost 04/28
🙂 Beautifully written!
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It’s great you stopped by. When I’m not falling asleep. smile
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Haha! Glad I did, then!
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