by Irene

My fingers dance alone tonight
For you my love, are not here
The anticipation of my arrival
Quite slow yet, quite near
My fingers are not strangers
To the wetness between my thighs
Gliding gently, rubbing softly
Until they satisfy
Panting to the rhythms of my body
Fluttering to the tunes my fingers play
Caressing my supple breasts
The tremors of an orgasm on the way
My body finally lifting, rising, shaking
Sweat dripping from my brow
Moans of pure satisfaction
For the dance has ended now

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