'safe Sex'

Can't see, smell, touch, or taste it

Hearing your voice but it's not attached to a face

Mental peaks reacting to your tones just like a snake
being handled

I'm stiffening in your grip as our legs become entangled

Lying in the dark can't tell if my eyes are open or closed

Cold sheets tingling my back can't tell if I'm
wearing clothes

Shivers up my spine I can feel you on my chest

Your legs are restless, I'm feeling your lips get wet

Breathing heavy..stop, don't moan just yet

Picture my lips gently pressed against your neck

Feeling my fingers run down the crease of your back

As gentle as a raindrop creeping along a ceiling crack

Feeling the heat of your body pressed against mine

The product of the friction in between our thighs

Me licking you, you licking me

Our bodies are restrained but our minds run free

Playing out different scenarios enjoying every scene

What could be better...than a conscious wet dream?


Written by:
Rukuss
EditedCo-Written by:
Paula J. Wilson
aka RawkerChick469

 

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