A Game

 

A dim light shines through,

Illuminating her curves

On burgundy sheets.

 

Nude upon the Egyptian cotton, her breasts exposed. The air moves gently across her nipples and along her dew dropped curves. She shivers at the sensation. She knows she’s watching.

 

Life, you twisted thing,

New adventures in the night,

Under watchful eyes.

 

She stands by the bed watching her nakedness in motion. Her hand move across the body’s contours, stopping at the mounds of flesh topped by light brown nipples, circling, playing with the silken skin, then moving down to the deep places where she blooms in damp delight.

 

On a bed she’s watched,

Woman looking on woman,

Game of desire.

 

She’s watching her perform. She stands, she quivers. Her eyes follow her hands. Her hands follow her eyes. The watcher is being watched and in time her hands move down to bring herself in tune with the laying beauty.

 

She stands by the bed,

Nude in the soft yellow light.

Above watchful eyes.

 

They gaze. They touch without touching. They love. They make love through thought and inaction. When their minds meet, a climax of infinite lust erupts into a fluidic waking dream. Infinite desire, infinite lust. Beautiful tension.

 

And then, with a kiss

Begins a bodies bonding.

And then, with a touch . . .

 

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3 responses

  1. I don’t know how I missed this. It evokes such strong feelings; I love it.

    Like

    November 4, 2015 at 12:51 PM

  2. iamdaphneblake84

    Sexy. 💋

    Liked by 1 person

    September 7, 2015 at 5:25 PM

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