Tuesday, April 30, 2013

naked inside out

there’s something so free,
so vulnerable
about being [a woman]
underneath the weight of a man
limbs spread as wide
as her wanting can take them…
so aroused by the hands on her skin, 
his mouth covering hers…breathing for her
as he sucks her tongue
searching her mouth for a flavor too good to label…
creating chilled vibes,
raised and sensitive to touch
…it’s as open as one gets…
the treasure’s chest
unlocked, open and glistening with her value
being plundered over and over
stroking parts unreachable
scratching itches that fingers can’t feel
back arched
naked and nude
receiving and giving
nothing but air, sweat and pheromones between you…

to be open
the door of her sex unhinged…
is the sexiness
trust and sweet oblivion
that brings delight
to being naked…
inside out.

© 2013 Kween Kiwi 


Reggie said...

Kween when you write, I can almost see it.

Thee_Kween said...

I love that...I appreciate that. That makes me smile :) Thanks Reggie!

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