The Voice in His Hands

talking hands

His hands

did all the talking

whispering tones

tickling my neck

and shoulders

playful words

running across breasts

down slender sides

teasing tummy

and sensitive hipbones


began pure poetry

words sliding effortlessly

down insides of

shivering thighs

weaving passionate lines

over and around

begging petals

until suddenly…

a changing tone

with flip of my body

masculine strength

of rough language

kneading both cheeks

urgent voices in his fingers

commanding compliance

as he pulled me

to my knees

his conversation with me

now heightened

to demands

and my screams of

obedient pleasure

finally silencing him




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