Sexual Musings :: Curve Ball

I kissed a man once whose fingers danced across my ribs like baseball laces. They sized up which way to lean, how deep to breathe, how hard to push. And you know, I don’t remember much about his lips but I remember his hands; I stretched to my tip-toes so they could have their fill and they tugged on my shirt as if saving me from a cliff’s edge.

©️ Pearl Bayou 2018

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