it is you

"you have power over the storm."

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My body trembles
as one hard finger slides with purpose
over needy flesh.

An erect nipple
is flicked to rosy hue.

A barbell pull
elicits deep moaning
and a plea for more.

Broad palms skim
a belly shivering
with barely restrained need.

Here and there
a tongue tastes
my glistening body.

Rousing,
sliding into my heart.

Two fingers tease
the warm wet I offer you,
loving me
until I am a storm with skin.

The surge breaks
hard and fast.

I murmur passion
as I fall gently back to sleep.

Published 11 years ago

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