Soror


How that grin sways me from my world into yours,
The soft voluptuous world of fragrance
that emanates from your touch.
As I listen to your trysts of loneliness and lovemaking,
My mind wanders illicitly to your breasts
And the warmth I know I’ll find there.
The warmth rough hands rarely know how to give.
Mere curiosity? I think not.
More the thought, possible dream
Of making love to oneself.
My breasts.
My neck.
My stomach.
My ears.
My legs.
My treasure.

I continue to listen, yet I only hear;
Feel the wet passion
That flows,
effortlessly
with your
words.
©BBerry

Published by: doc2bberry

I am a Psychologist in training, who happens to bathe in a sea of thoughts and words. Consider me a mermaid of the mind. My favorite word is ACCEPTANCE, because it allows forgiveness, balance and the right of everyone to just "Be who you be!" I am well known to an elite few, but quickly becoming a much respected famous secret. I believe, say, and support the following quote: "A world that seeks & supports balanced mental health is a world worth living in" --B.Berry

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