freepik
Her cheeks heat
At the first sign of lust.
Her palms, they itch
With the need just to touch.
Her bottom lip, slick and bruised,
Caught between her anxious teeth,
The only sign of need
As her fingers dance lower.
Her breath catches lightly
As her fingertips drag,
Down past her curves
To the place where she
Aches the most.
The slick slide of fingers
Causing her toes and stomach
To curl,
Skin flushed with heat
As her shining lips part
In a choked off moan.
Thoughts and fingers
Moving quickly,
Shoving her toward
Release,
Pulling her under waves
Of needwantdesire.
Her back arched
Wantonly,
As her eyes flutter shut
The pleasurepainpleasure
Of too much and
Not enough
Causing her moans
To jump in volume.
Fingers curling between
Aching thighs,
And her body trembling
While pleasure crashes over her.
Erica
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