His hand lingers
Tender skin, thigh quivers
Her breath catches in her throat
He hears the rough draw of it
Breasts rise
Pulse now visible at her neck
Blood rushes over him
Rises above her
Eyes dilate then close
Scent of her skin
He draws deep into his lungs
Lock of hair across his wrist
Breathing a quiet roar between them
"Nothing Exceeds Like Superfluous Jejunity "
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Good to see a new post from you! This poem is sexy enough that it inspired me to put on a sheer sparkly top just to have dinner with my husband. (He appreciated it.)