Intoxicating Scent

Posted on October 20, 2015 | 3 Comments

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

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3 responses to “Intoxicating Scent”

  1. Marisha Volkov | October 20, 2015 at 9:48 PM | Reply

    🙂 Beautifully written!

    Like

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