by MissWright

Sensuality washes my being
I stood chilled body
Shaking in shock
Heated with passion

Frozen in time
Accepting everything
Seeing my surroundings
Clearly through close eyes

Visions invade my thoughts
Of fingers gliding across me
As though my body was brail
And she’s reading deeply into me

I feel my body
As if I am
Riding waves

Literally she moves me

Laying me down
Any and everywhere
Until I am heavy
As she has her way with me

I am not a victim though
I am not her prey

Willingly I submit to her touch
To her voice
To her

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