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Mark's Poem Archive - 3. The Senses
Closing my eyes and breathing in deeply the visions begin,
My hands on my head “no touching” I say, “no touching”,
The first whispered nothing then soft breath on my cheek,
Holding my breath in a gasp as lips touch mine,
The dart of a tongue tip adding a spark as my breathing changed,
More ragged more urgent as I began to writhe,
Chest heaving a groan as those lips parted mine,
“No touching” oh please oh please “no touching” I rasp,
The kiss becoming firmer parting my lips more,
Then a tongue inside delving searching for mine,
Arching up high as the aching grew “no touching again” I knew, I knew,
The lips moved on, over my jaw to stroke around my neck,
“Oh more please more “my moans fill the air,
Hands now clutching my head the urge so strong to move them,
As my body writhes and squirms, and so hard it aches,
The lips move back up and up to my ear breath now ragged like mine,
The smell of cologne filling my nose adding even more fire to my loins,
“No touching” is whispered again and again as I pant out the words,
Back to my mouth and the lips pressing hard moving over mine,
Then finally the taste bitter yet sweet the final of the senses filing my brain,
Groans and whimpers fill the air around me as I pull at my hair,
“No touching” “no touching” emitting a deep growl as the deed is done.
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