I wish for screaming and wailing of a different kind. . .
the kind that sends sensual shivers down my spine. . .
the wail of longing as I feel the heat from your eyes
travel along each slope & valley,
watching my hand make that journey,
from my mound, tangling in the curly hair,
to my waist, circling my ribs,
pausing at my dusky nipples,
as they begin to pout and strain towards you,
and I grasp the steel rod above my head
as I thrust toward you, you lift me into your body
. . . and the cream starts to wind its way down my thighs,
as I am impaled by your stare. . . your hands. . . your mouth. . .
Your Eyes.
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