Dizzy

 

Dizzy with desire

she trails her fingers

from the hollow of her throat

over the yearning ache of her breasts

down the sweet mound of her belly

and between her parted thighs

to her slick and swollen sex.

She imagines they are his fingers

finding her hungry

and wet.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Serge Marshennikov

I posted this a year ago. But felt it could cope with a repost.