Soft

Soft,

every morsel so soft to the

touch.

Serene in such splendour;

delicate lines

tantalisingly within your clutch.

Arching peaks you

ache

to caress, the drumbeat spills forth

and a gentle strum

plays across

your chest.

Glancing touches hit you like

blows

and liquid desire pulls you

under;

In the midst of climax for which time itself slows.

Sensuality in all its form,

bathed in the fabric

it can scarcely adorn.

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