A touch of skin, soft and slippery,
With a hint of sweat,
Eyes meeting briefly, begging for a chance,
To abandon our uncertainties.
You began your work on my lips,
Probing gently, as if drawing sex,
Then heated tongues met in the midst,
Of quickening and hottening breath.
Our clothes found resting place on the floor.
Piece by piece,
Until there were no hiding places,
For our glistening bodies.
Then skin meshed with skin,
And the floor became the stage.
As a gasp broke the kiss,
Your hands stroked the stray strands,
Away from my forehead, then became entangled.
Our slow rhythm gave way,
To urgent and demanding thrusts of passion,
As I arched my body for your comfort,
And you threw me into ecstasy,
With the strength of your blows.
You left me screaming and soaked,
In oblivion again and again,
In effort to relieve you of your control.
The taste of your skin between my lips,
Was like no other.
To hear your cry of mercy,
When my teeth met your warm skin,
Was more breathtaking than you knew.
Morning came and I was greeted again,
No regrets raced my mind,
Nothing but the touch of skin soft and slippery,
With the hint of, hint of sweat.
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