Everything vibrates
When I touch
her,
First the
tips of my fingers,
Almost numb,
Some aspect
of her
Making it
impossible
To feel
anything
But her,
Then, my lips
where
they touch her,
biting into
the forbidden
fruit,
aching to
taste
every drop
she has to offer,
juice
dripping down my jaw
to my chest,
then down to
the rest of me,
flowing into
those dark places
where no man
ought to go,
consumed by
it,
growing stiff
with every
inch,
a dangerous
journey
into a peril-less
realm
of joy that
numbs my brain,
all I have is
the motion
and the
steady feel
of deep
inside her.
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