Arouse in Five Words, part 4

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Fingers on my inner thigh

Teasing, softly stroking my skin

Liquid desire filling my sex

Ready to burst when touched
 
every night, she saves me

from myself and the silence.

her fingertips and the way

she slides S's like syringes.

i'll worship her; only her

words have brought me peace.

only she can redeem me.


forgiveness tastes salty on her

protruding ribs. the tiny blondes

glow from window-filtered street light.

thanks tastes sweeter between her

flexing thighs, blooming in neon.

i lick up razor bumps

the stray freckles and sweat

like they are my rations.

i drink her for survival.


i know her aching bend

that blooms as she cums.

and i'll trace my fingers

along her edges of marble,

waiting for stone to whet,

waiting for dark to shine,

waiting for the inevitable miracle.
 
You, pinned to the bed

Hair in my strong hand

Ass high in the air
 
i could tell she knew.

she knew everything I wanted.

she knew my eyes lingered.

she knew why I squirmed.

she knew why I blushed,

and she still smiled back.

her dimples dug in deep

and she leaned into me,

whispering words like wet weather.
 
in between her quiet moans,

she called me a motherfucker.

i laughed onto her pussy,

and paused there, incisors showing,

to say I loved her

and kiss her smiling lips.
 
Come and dance with me.

My hands on your hips.

Our bodies swaying in unison.
 
Peaches are so very juicy

it drips down your chin

and makes your hand sticky

but the taste is amazing
 
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