by K.K. Stone (08/04/10)
Lissome my touch underneath the moonlight, delicately tracing circles and curves.
Salty your skin wrapped in midnight shadow -- I taste you once and then taste you again.
Ragged my breathing -- I cannot keep eyes open sinking deeply into sensation.
Wordless your cry -- reaching the peak, we fall back breathless into the night.
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K.K. Stone lives in the mountains of the Pacific Northwest, where she pursues writing and nature photography with her husband and her golden retriever, Hunter.
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