Bit Mapping

There is something surreal
About your fingers as they
Linger…
Around the small of my back.
Sans taking the tempting
Scenic route down south
To my curvy posterior.

“Butt”…
Your thoughts fly on a tagent.
I feel your stiff uneasiness.
But you stay conscious of my
Very open but guarded territory.
The pace of your intelligent speak,
Me inhaling your sexy aroma,
And the union of our energy,
Elicits hushed moans and
Blaring sirens in my
Erogenous zones.
Black cherry nipples hide
But align with your chest.
Any amount of friction is bliss.

We close.
Breath smell good close.
We kiss.
Tongues click.
We merge our sexy lips.
But choose to be “fiends”
For patience.
For longevity.

But…
Respectfully,
Your fingers still linger,
Around the small of my back.

brownsugatou
(c) 2013

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