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Hips to Lips


I stroll my finger along your hip,
Caressing your olive skin
Inviting goosebumps to give rise
For things to come

It circles … and circles … your navel
Tightening muscles in its wake
Each ring, rings anticipation
So exposed, so defenseless

A lone pilgrimage attracts four others
Settling in the valley of your waist
Perfect curves adored by hand
Building pressure unreleased

A twin glides amid your breasts
Coaxing utterances for our ears alone
A puppeteer to an arched back
Rising higher with each stroke

The pair unite at destiny’s end
Where fingers see for closed eyes
Red, damp, full, and athirst for affection
Your lips embraced for a kiss

― B


From → Poetry

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