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Bum Snuggle
by J. Zerrien
(10/22/08)
The most precious inclination
Was to snuggle my bum
Into your spooning groin
With a sigh of contentment.
If my bum was cold,
All the better.
Hearing your gasp
I laughed low
And rocked my hips
To fit them more perfectly
Into the warm nest
Of your pubic hair,
Feeling your cock edge its way
Along the peach crack
And feeling your breath
Softly alive in my ear.
Your hand slipped up
My resting ribs
To cradle my breast,
My heart beating a steady hum
Of contentment into your palm.
Our feet intertwined,
Folding together in foot prayer.
This, then, was bliss.
"We are so lucky,"
I heard myself whisper
Just before sinking into
Night's dark promise of forever.
©2008 by J. Zerrien
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Comments
J. Zerrien writes undercover in the San Jacinto Mountains.
See more at Tiny Lights journal,
Searchlights, and Flash in the Pan.
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