Reminiscing

Surya Pratap Singh

Rubbing against the neck line,

My hands slipped up into her hair,

Then with the other I clenched her fist,

As against the cold floor we layered,

Slipping up and down her lips,

I bit them and pulled them breathing warm,

Then around her sweating neck,

Flickered and rippled my tongue a throng,

Streaming down her longing chest,

I fell for her curvy hips,

But my tongue it swirled upon the belly,

Before between the thighs it dipped.

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