Poetica 44

You let these fingers take a walk on your back.
A slow sensual massage as I navigate your all your hotspots.
I make a stop at your thighs and take you on a wet journey.
My hands roam, hiking and tripping all over your curves.
Your hands fly to my belt and I land on my back naked.
You climb aboard and set sail for this orgasmic voyage.
I’m the passenger inside you but you’re the one who rides.
You make back and forth trips but we both always arrive.

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