Thursday

Shh, Don't Speak ©

By ciCi

Lover, lay me down gently 
upon thy bed of conquest.
Speak my name softly
but clearly,
so I know it's of me you're thinking.

Yes, splay your hands across my back
And envelope me,
So I forget our soon parting.
Explore my every contour 
as a connoisseur to a fine wine.
Firey kisses dancing o'er me
in cascading waterfalls
that linger in secret places.

Trace the fullness of my mouth
and let me be tortured in spades.
Define the outlines of my throat
and discover the peaks and valleys 
of my world are but the beginning.



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