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Tremors...
Achingly,
my fingertips make love to her body
her
skin soft to the touch of my caresses
Kisses
placed on her delicate behind
Drives
her closer to that place only imagined
Lovingly,
my fingers play her body to a crescendo
Her
moans of pleasure body twisted in the air
Each
finger is welcomed with her pleasure
Her
love comes down quenching my thirst
She
lays there still waiting for the tremors to end
I
pull her closer to feel her body next to mine
An
act of giving, so simple, yet so beautiful
Completes
the night.
2/18/05
(As she laid there on her stomach with my fingertips grazing over her body, pleasure was the word for the night. The first line came to me. Inspiration born from pleasure)
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