Wanting

Posted: May 2, 2014 in Poetry
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Just you

dressed in leggings

that travel a mile,

breasts while my eyes see fabric

mind dives inside wishing to taste

only the delicious texture

that

wanting only to provide you

soft gasps

arched back

your fingertips dive inside my hair pulling me toward you

accepting my tease

not forceful, just opportunity

to show you how truly beautiful you are.

Call me an objectifying human being

please don’t

accuse me of wanting anything

beyond relishing your sensual nature.

Ah, yes, oh my, leggings begin my day.

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