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he nibbled on my spaghetti strap
though he claimed he was not hungry
'For Food That Is.........'
he growled as he eroticized
my left earlobe shamelessly
with suggestive oral abrasions
like a master of ceremonies
he corralled my shivers
by the mere brackets of his hands
my complete attention
was his Moses moment of parting
my particular river
the power of his male magnetism
was steadily intensifying
his eyes twin turrets
and ready for the first
possible command
my lips brushed up against
the hypnotic feel of his
ticking sand paper jaw line
he was pure pleasure
barely leashed
by only the control of his
intense strength
and then it
so voluptuously hit me
like slow unfurled heat
filling the lower belly
as my camisole shimmied
long forgotten to the floor
the rough touch and taste of his
gasp made the stars
in my eyes flash sweet
promises for so much more
as strong as he is
this fleshed version
of oh so masculine C 4
I am his only known
weakness and trigger
its my sensuality's invasion
that caresses this
lethargic mountain lion's core
in an elongated sigh
surer than supplication
I surrendered at the first
ripple of his guttural roar..................
(Sept. 23, 2011 301am)