Smiling, you pull me and
my bundled blanket
close, running your hands
everywhere at once
and not thinking
to take your own clothes off
till I remind you with a
sweet tug at your heavy belt.
This is the way
every women wants to be touched,
a smiling man
with gentle skin, close.
Every inch of my body
reacts to your finger tips,
I can feel it blushing
with pure excitement
as you look at me with
such adoration,
lust dripping off your lips
making me feel entirely too accepted
and I want those magic hands
to touch all the secret parts of me,
the parts know one knows.
We lay here with our thighs
rubbing against each other
and our skin gets sticky,
in this sweet, skanky, simple embrace
that's not quite love,
not quite pleasure,
just a nice mixture of both.
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