Romancing Leg Hair


Elastic flesh retracts-
Culminating in shivers

Which crests along
A bitten lip-
And recedes

To cuticles
Gently pushing against
A lowered waistline
And moans.

Routine breathing patterns
For sporadic gasps.

A warm gale
Traces the interior
Of my ear
And remains like a secret
Only we know.

But our passion
Is an art form,

“Let’s paint the walls
With our screams!”

And afterwards
We remain entranced
Waiting to break
The silence.

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