The brief touch of your lips on mine
Was I almost intruding?
My eyes wander over the stubble
That ever so gradually shadow your face.
My fingers stroke gently your rough beard
You are too hot for me to handle...
But oh!
Do I ever long for your soul filled voice to whisper my name...
For your muscled arms,
Chiseled shoulders,
And broad torso...
To surround me in intimacy
I hold no exceptional expectations
For you, Or I,
Or us for that matter.
I long only to be blessed by your minty stained breath on my perfumed scented neck
In your embrace
I cannot help but feel
The inferno
That radiates
Through our bodies
In astonishing harmony
That single graze of your skin on mine
Sets the entirety of my figure
Ablaze
Taiwo
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