beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex

Chase

I chase you

Breathing hard

But not with the effort

Giggling until it

Feels like your head

Is full with bubbles

I tell you what happens

When  I catch you

And you stop giggling

Still at play

With me,

Smiling, wanton animals

How when I catch you

I’m going to undress you

My fingers

My mouth

Claiming my prize

As you claim your

Reward.

Still trembling

From the run

But still

Trembling

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