4 JUN 2019 AT 22:25

As you lay beneath..
Tickling my feet..
As I thrust my barefoot on your chest..
Rolling my toes on your hairy chest.
Like writing my poem on your bare chest..
With your fingers trailing over my leg...
In search of dew drops..
Hidden in my nest.....
I smile..
With every word you utter...
To bring you on to my butter...
To be licked until I utter..
Three words that I mutter..
Every time I kiss you...

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