Your Path

I lay waiting,

Breath suspended,

Heart beat quickened.

Cotton linen sheets

Cool to the touch

As my body sighs,

My curves

Become your path,

Waiting with

Anticipation moistening

My fold between

My thighs, your thighs.

The scent of my arousal

And the fire of my desire

Lead us on a journey

To where my breath

Stops with your touch.

Enter my spell now,

Tracing the path

Where words cannot

Describe the

Wonders that you will

Find there.

~CWylde © 2016

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