I guide my hands
to the part of that tingle,
to a secret place of tender graze.
A gentle touch of pleasure
like soft whispers
in a hazy way of soft sleep.
Tingles begin to grow
with each finger that dances beneath
a touch of pulsing desire blooms.
The softness fades into a rhythm,
deeper with each dance of the moment,
until that pulse starts to race
a storm of my own making of pleasure.
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GothAngel (
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This sounds sexy woman 👠
Great expression of pleasured self experience
yes thanks so much and it always feels so good too 🥹
Sensual and one might interpret sexual a dance of self romance. Well done
Giggles aww thanks so much for reading it. how it feels to read for you? Yes for me it is a dance
I usually like to dance with a partner but dancing alone is perfectly acceptable
well if I found someone to dance with I not have to dance alone you know
the solo dance, well expressed
Thank you so much!
most welcome
☺
you have a talent for writing
and express your poem so well
with good use of words
it reaches out well done
keep writing you have the talent
good luck Jim
Aww your so sweet yes sir I will keep writing with your inspirational words
A truly sensual experience expressed candidly
yess it its.Thank you for reading my poem!
You are welcome
🙂
Wonderfully written, GothAngel! The gradual intensification gives this a natural, hypnotic momentum that draws the reader deeper with every line. Excellent work, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
The pleasure of pleasure in the pleasure zone.
Millions of women worldwide will be shouting in one voice with. '' No men were harmed in this pleasure.''
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