“Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.” ~ John Donne
Poem by me…
Touch me
In all the places that make me
Sigh
Delicate caresses, stinging slaps
Soft lips, harsh teeth
Roving
On breast, belly, thighs and bum
Make me alive with how it feels
To be kissed by you
And your fingertips
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