By deevaa
Date: 30 October 2000
close your eyes -- but tell me what you see
I move my mouth so close to your ear, so close you can feel damask rose red lips --
slick with gloss -- wet with wanting,
feel my lips?
yes, feel the wet heat of my mouth.
I know just these words whispered against your, ear make you want me..... my voice,
my voice in the darkness, its enough isn't it?
and my mouth --- I know you love my mouth I watched you, you know.
Watched you, transfixed by my mouth.
I slipped my blouse off my shoulders letting it pool around my waist and you still,
still couldn't tear your eyes away from my lips.
Then, when I reached my fingers inside the brocade of my bra
slipped them over the hard buds of my nipples, nipples you know are the same damask rose
as my lips ----- still you watch my mouth.
Its not until I pinch the tender bud under my fingertips,
and force myself to bite down on my lip before a wanton gasp escapes.
ahhhh yes.
That's when you closed your eyes -- not daring to open them again.
and that's why I'm whispering against your ear now lover --
open your eyes -- I want you to see me.
Open your eyes, yes lover -- Now, tell me what you see?
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