he marvels at the delightful termination
of self,
nerves begging and distended
as goosebumps rise
with impudence and demands.
he's never looked more beautiful
than with his chin rested
just beneath my bellybutton,
which he watches with
distinct
and impressionable interest.
his hand,
rested on concave stomach
and drawing random patterns,
drive me to distraction,
delight.
my slight, unnoticed sigh
draws a grin,
and he bites his lower lip
and snakes a hand beneath
the thin sheet.
so blantantly obvious,
but the tiniest motion
draws oceans of emotion,
and it almost hurts to
breathe.
presses his hand against my ribcage
to hold me in place,
(the one position
i'd fight to keep.)
and slides to kiss my neck,
willingly ceded.
he needs no candles,
the glow from my eyes
is seduction enough.
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Submission Name: nipple.
