devon da poet
Smooth and Soft
The soft, smoothness of my favorite spots.
Thoroughly, I gently massage with my hands.
Eyes to eyes in a staring motion;
Skin to skin there was no lotion.
Hair has always been absent there.
Warm like cotton as my hands were wrapped inside.
What fragility? I reckoned.
How refreshing, the scent of lavender?
Simply dangling my nostrils as I slowly bend over.
Not a scar nor a bruise!
I implied they have never been used before.
O! As clean and sparking as the risen sun that morning.
Soon my face was delighted feeling the sensation of her tenderness
I suddenly gazed to the stars since I was underneath her posture.
Kneeling on the floor was I
as she stood upright besides me
being pleased and comforted by my charm and company.
Together we were like m&ms as we shared the same birthmarks in the same spots.
My favorite spots!
Cautiously, I scrolled my fingertip
passing through her birthmark.
She smiled as it tickled her.
Caressing with her pinky,
I realized her heart seemed a lot bigger than a cuff.
She's such a harmless little predator!
I'm just a man!
Who wouldn't fall for a girl with such smooth, soft pair of hands?
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