Nightgown
Material slips easily up the leg
fresh out the bath,
next to the fireside
where hands wait.
like a wilderbeast grazing
slowly makes it's way over you
Slowly and sweetly open
hint of doubt
Then one of permission
as you give yourself
over without decision
The fire cracks
something pushes against the hottest point
It invites the intrusion
as if to absorb it's deeper meaning
Slow moan as it slides up
Carries it's intention to tighten and pulse.
To free burden,
Moving in further deepening
The fire roasts these bodies.
The full range of motion
running through you
lips to kiss
to tongue to drinking in one another.
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