At Play Poem by Yohan Confectioner
At Play
Such beauty, leaning her back against me,
Her floating hair;
Its smell - all over me, into me.
I find my way through her hair
To her neck;
A gentle bite, a soft suck.
My arms wrap around her waist.
Her eyes close,
She grabs my hands and lets out a gentle moan.
My tongue travels the length of her neck
To her cheek
It finds way into her mouth.
And all my senses
Are at play.
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