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The fresh cotton sheet slides down
Over satin-smooth skin;
The tightly woven covering
Inches down to expose
Soft, warm swells of palest pink...

Anticipation bursts forth the fire of arousal,
Burning bright as
Excitement blows its breath across flushing curves
And eager hands tingle with
Desire to expose
Her.

Vulnerability and nerves
Sing into throbbing air,
And pulses flutter as the sheet moves down
Over the hollow of her collar bone,
The rise and fall of heavy breasts,
The darker rose pink of two haloes
That surround her hardening flesh
As two tips beg
To be sucked
And kissed
By your hot
Wet
Mouth.

Exposure drifts its aching way
Over her slowly writhing form
And she gasps your name
Into the candlelight
As it floods her bare flesh
With its flickering fingers.

Down past her thudding heart
Springing free from its enclosed prison,
To the dip in her belly,
Slides the cotton sheet.
She turns over with
Your name still on her lips,
And your eyes roam her nakedness,
Down to where
Angels have kissed the small of her back
And rounded her cheeks with
Plenty and plumpness,
Ready for your hands to
Grasp and grope
As her shoulders ease back
To feel your breath
And your hot skin
On hot skin
As you drink in her
Vulnerability.

Bare cheeks push backwards towards you,
The swell of her breasts
Gently inviting your hands forwards
As they long for your fingers
To roll her nipples
And feel your heat
As you breath scalding desire
Onto the nape of her neck.

She turns over again,
Into your intensity,
The cotton sheet now draped in silence
Upon the forgotten floor,
And her strong thighs part
To show you
Her excitement
In the fever of your gaze.

Legs parted,
Swollen lips open
And glisten her inner desires
In joy
And need
And furious passion
For what you will bring her.

Her scent graces the air
As her shining slit is widened
And pulses within
For want of you.

She has no modesty before your eyes,
But raises her bare arms
And moans your name.

She is exposed for you.

Open.

Wet.

Willing.

Wanting.

Waiting.

Ready...

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.