Like The Reading Of A Book

a glance
not stolen
but rather
chanced

a smile
not coy
but given
in advance

a touch
so subtle
a petal
it would not break

a love
so pure
the ground
it could shake

an intentional nod
a slight
bite
on your lower lip

moving her
hair back
a neck caressed
by soft fingertips

a glass of wine
given
the sharing
of a look

a soft silent
knowing
like the reading
of a book

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From Kink, Volume 2

Words Flee

Soft touch
Hard gasp
Hand grab
Breathe fast

Tongue taste
Air in
Pulling hair
Moaning begin

Eye contact
Begging plea
Going deep
Words flee

Come hither
Beckoning finger
Can’t talk
Only whimper

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From Kink, Volume 2