She smelled like smoked paprika,
And her lips and skin tasted of salt.
Her cinnamon hair brushed my face,
As she laughed seductively,
And turned from me.
Her soft skinned arms,
Draped lazily over her
Gently curved breasts.
Air so hot, sweat from
Naked forms, wicked away instantly.
Soft bronze light,
Hugging every nuanced angle,
While the harsh call of a seabird
Broke the stillness.
Then, again, silence.
Her chestnut eyes,
Locked onto mine.
And those lips.
Those lips smiled,
As she pulled me in
To devour me.
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Offline) - Published: July 21st, 2022 05:43
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Comments2
A bouquet of inuendoes and written with expert ease - this goes to my list of favourites friend - thank you fior sharing.
Romantic. ❤️🌹
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