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fixated
You have me fixated
On the brown of your eye
When you look down, quiet and steady,
Considering which words you’ll utter.
And I glance at your shoulders
The skin and curves and solidity that sits underneath that skin.
I imagine your goosebumps while my fingers glide over the warm, smooth organ that coats your being your breathing your being here
The brown of your eye
Holds me
Pins me
Like a specimen under glass
I light up under your gaze
Chest open, throat exposed
I can’t help the warmth
The stoked fire
The buzz of desire
The thought of tongues and lips on skin
The thought of pleasing
The need to tease
Delights and the delicacies of touch and whispers that echo sharp while the world is silent and watching.
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also posted here, as part of the #12daysofpleasure
