My skin aches to be pressed against yours
Tight
With no room to breathe
Like a wet suit waiting to be put on
By you
Your fingers tugging at my zipper
Sliding me up across your thighs
Hot
Your hands sear my skin
You bring me to your hips
Where I rest for a moment
Savoring the glide
Up across your navel
I wrap myself around your waist
Where you allow me to hang for awhile
And with every breath you take
I rise....and fall......then rise again
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