Poem Hunter
My Hand On Your Bare Thigh
AD (26/5/1966 / )

My Hand On Your Bare Thigh

My hand on your bare thigh
against the hard stone wall
hot sand slides under the sole of your feet
the silk slides
moist legs touch
fingers linger
the sandal strap digs across the palm
your hand
held down
silver bracelet
encircled by my fingers
the sand shifts round
taut fabric
I open you out
precious flower buds
for sipping bees
or wasps
licking the ripe fig fruit

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Comments (4)

One healthy bit of eroticism!
I think if I had read this one before I would have been much less surprised my dear. x
Very sensual Anthony, love it alana
Very passionate, wonderful! Patricia