Wednesday, May 11, 2011

The Ear

You held me captive with your lips. Warm soft cupping kisses against the shell of my helpless earlobe, I tremble under the sweet punishment. Each exhale a crashing wave on the endless sand. Each flick of your tongue sending lightening charges along my spine.

Every tender assault on my ear leaves me shuddering in anticipation. You slay me. I am conquered. I become the twinkling stars and yielding moon of your expansive night. Points of light the pin pricks of pleasure you pierce from me.

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