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By Gala Submitted by Galadrial Date: 2001 Aug 17 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.17.00.34.32333]] |
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Your hands touch me with gentle care find the blood starved muscles that make me ache and hurt and work at them till the tissues ease, accept the flow and ebb and skin warms and muscles soften and the pain melts like hard brown sugar in a cast iron skillet and I go boneless beneath your touch. All this warming cannot be wasted and your hands steal forward to cover my breasts and the sigh is sweet as pleasure fills the spot and I wriggle in simple bliss, because your touch is wicked good and just what I needed to forget to make me remember that I can feel more than pain. I turn in your arms and trace your lips with fingers, mark the spot my mouth will taste, then lightly trace it with my tongue as you pull me nearer still. And at once you kiss me hungry urgent and close is not near close enough. Oh....your mouth dances, you taste my lips, savor my tongue and make small sounds as I move against you. Your released me from the hurting, and the new ache will not be denied because it is honey and you find my lip catch it between your teeth and claim it as yours, taste my chin, my neck-- then pause to make sure I am watching your eyes as you slowly bend to taste the soft skin that will go hard at the first brush of your mouth. And when I murmur deep pleasure, it is too late for pretty dancing, just enough time for thighs to open to you for me to clasp your hands as your flesh melds and we become yin and yang in a moment that defies any and all to part us body or spirit. This is wicked good, wicked good. |