Y9u sit.
In front of me, you shoulders bare,
you skin showing. Glowing. Copper brown.
your back arched.
These hands.
Want to wrap themselves into your senses.
Want to undress your dangerous mind.
Want to seduce every curl and ringlet.
Wave and long slender strands.
Rushing between my fingertips.
Pull and tug, against. Gentle.
Gently, then again.. release.
Pull you away from me.
Towards my body.
Twist with emotion and restrained force.
I want to unravel you.
Watch as you relax into my hands.
As you let me massage the unknown fears from your temples.
I watch you dissolve.
No more tension.
No more words.
No more thoughts.
Drift beneath my hands.
I will untie your threads.
Pull. Release.
Hold. Release.
My hands adore the feeling. Like fine silk.
Never tire of wandering.
Pull. Release.
Let yourself go.
Let me inside. I whisper.
As I kiss your slender neck.
Andrew Tipton
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