His calloused hands
On her soft smooth skin
Shivers up her spine
Oh decadent sin
Yielding to his demanding
His knowing fingertips
Breathing in his scent
In breathless sips
Closing her eyes
Accepting his whole being
Replacing him with another
Her mind’s eye seeing
If just for a short while
Without him knowing
Faking making love
To keep the illusion going
copyright 2009 Cheryl A. Caron
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