Sunday, December 4, 2011

Dawn

Creeping into my bed at dawn,
the orbit between your thighs
pinions my hips
like a saddle.
Soft, supple leather,
tooled and worked,
sliding down on me
in greedy gasps
of damp skin
and dark secrets
that leave scars.
My fingers tear into you
and unfold your heat
, fine tuning the friction of our skin,
rubbed raw
against the silk sheets.

2 comments:

  1. I really like this. It's dark, raunchy, and delicious.

    "Soft, supple leather,
    tooled and worked,
    sliding down on me
    in greedy gasps
    of damp skin
    and dark secrets
    that leave scars."

    Love that.

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  2. Thanks - I am glad you like it!

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