Cool silk against my hand
Soft skin beneath my palm
Fingers searching,
exploring
Seeking out the source
Of sensual oils
She had secretly
secreted
Fingertips touch
waiting lips
Then enter to sweet
labial bliss
And with deft
manipulation
Of centres of erotic
pleasure
I feel her body tremor
And but a heartbeat
beyond
That primeval shudder
In hurried lack of
ceremony
She bid me quickly
enter
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