You pulled
Me close…
Close to you.

And in that
Moment of
Unexpected touch,
I lost myself.

I felt our bodies

I felt your breasts
Undeniably pressing
To become
Part of my chest.

I felt your hips
Thrust forward
Asking for
Nothing less
Than consummate

It was all I
Could do…
To breathe,
And absorb
Every essence
Of you.

Heat rising…

Pulse rising…

In your hands…



© 2017 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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