Draws your hands to feel and to form
His hair beneath your fingers to trap
As you trace each strand like a well worn map
To feel tense muscles underneath
As he bows his head; your mouth to meet
You cant resist, your fingers follow
Unbidden to find that little hollow
At the base, that spot just where it dips
That special place made for your lips
For now, your hands move through his hair
And you're lost in the moment, without a care.
You want to capture this sensation and linger
At the ecstacy of his pulse through your finger. ♥
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