Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Awake

The tip of you jumps at my touch
The brush of my lips against velvet
Coat my tongue leaving notes of life

I nip your flesh and you shudder as
Heavy hands fist my hair. How many
Have known you so well

Tracing you carefully, sketching you from memory
Every curve, every dip
Is imprinted on my softest and strongest muscle...

6 comments:

TRYBES said...

Hmm...nice..but this "How many
Have known you so well" got me thinkin...

Mizrepresent said...

That was hot and so very sensual...me likes!

Rich Fitzgerald said...

Ummm Hmmm

CapCity said...

LUV it!
The line that spoke to me: Heavy hands fist my hair... Whew! ;-)

Sojourner G said...

My my Femmi. You have always had a gift for the succinct yet unmistakeably deep.

I continue to be drawn in...

Reggie said...

Excellent, you've got skillz!!!