Long Summer Days
She touches you. Her warm hands caress you from head to arms. She guides you, luring you toward her full embrace. You feel her fingers beneath your clothes. Her touch invigorates. She intoxicates you with a freedom only available in her company; this day walking, brilliant, heavenly orb. Her lips brush naked skin, leaving red lip-stick smudges wherever they kiss. While her finger tips toy with your DNA.
brilliant heavenly orb
humanity seducer
dermatological destroyer
Copyright © Scott Thirtyseven | Year Posted 2018
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