“A Long Musk” Let’s go down to that secret place. That place where you can be who you want to be. Who you are? Where we can revel in the glory of attraction and anticipation. Bated breath. Sweat. Chest to breast. Bold biology. Fulfillment….
Fear of lust, on my mind. I will bust, given time. A steamy kiss, once in a dream. Might be remiss, or so would seem. If I relent, and sate desire, Passion spent, building fire. Pleasure bought, leads one astray. Deny want, another…
I meet her mouth and taste her lips. Cough medicine kisses. Lingering, fluid and staunch. Stretching, compressing, retching, professing, ingesting. Her taut skin contains a map of a place I’d never been. My soul weighs more at death because my life insisted upon hoarding…
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