contortion

If you place your fingers
Between my ribs
Trace the small flesh pockets there
You’ll feel the hidden heat
My percolating passion
Subsiding with each passing breath
Feel right there and your touch
Will burn a sensation so
Unwelcome yet longed for
When your hands linger
Then lift
Don’t disappear
Let them trickle down towards
That path they need to take
Search out the ooh and aah spots
Of my spine

CAW

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