The trips I take
down your nape
are thrilling dear
when you're near
get a burst
of lust's thirst
touch of hair
erotic there
lifting it high
sensuality cry
exposing neck
a loving trek
breath hung
inspired tongue
each flick
candlestick
warmth erratic.
Damn, climatic!
Del Cano 2004-June
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Soaring higher
your searing touch
brings me closer
to the golden couch
Desire's call
within that tongue
drives the shivers
of pleasures well hung
For down we go
as higher we climb
baby you take me there
time after exquisite time!
Hugs,
Chris
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