Soft,
every morsel so soft to the
touch.
Serene in such splendour;
delicate lines
tantalisingly within your clutch.
Arching peaks you
ache
to caress, the drumbeat spills forth
and a gentle strum
plays across
your chest.
Glancing touches hit you like
blows
and liquid desire pulls you
under;
In the midst of climax for which time itself slows.
Sensuality in all its form,
bathed in the fabric
it can scarcely adorn.
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