Feel my crease
Beneath your fingers,
Tease my folds
Within your palm
As I softly speak to you of treats. Purse
Your lips as you repeat
Each chosen word to keep you warm
As this winter creeps
And creates shivers
Wrap yourself in wanton thoughts
Of our bodies heat
Coming together
Not a slither left untouched
Brushing your cheeks
With kisses, feathered
Accept my tenderness
Your Slut
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