I come to you

From behind

My low, velvet whispers

My rough, knowing fingers

Slipping beneath

Your clothes

Pinning you in place

The loving resistance

Of my fingertips

Against the warm pulse 

Of your flesh

Let me speak

My want into you

Push pull twist

I hold you in place

Demanding your release

With each stroke

I play you

A strumming

Thumping thrum 

To sing your love into


Press close 

Surrender and I will 

Make you know

Why birds sing

But I must have you

Over and over

In the touching



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