50. THE HEAT ON HIS BACK (Song of Lust)
Rivulets of sweat
Roll down a ridge
Straining muscles
Well cut
Salty heaven
Curves of flesh
Bold fingers
Tracing grooves
Tanned skin
Glossy sheen
Pulsatingly
Hot Hot HOT
The Heat
On his back
Burn my hands
As I kneel before him
In silent worship
I hungrily scour him
In delirious symphony
With thumping heartbeats
Hungrily looking then devouring
Drinking him in with my eyes
My heart leaps
His heart throbs and beats
Languorously rhythmical
Lasciviously sensuous
And most Hypnotically
ALL OVER
I pull him against me
Burning
Flaming
Feverish, Fuming
My hands catch fire
From the heat
Scouring
Devouring
We're in a fiery blaze
Skin burning so indescribably hot
From the desirous heat
So desirous
on the small of his Back
...
Anne Varghese (c) 2002
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