Dressed for Zoom. Staring in blank, thinking of encounters…
To feel your core across my thighs;
To heat your cheeks: exposed, opened,
stroked and striped, reddened in the air;
To see your beauty kneeling down;
To hold your head against my groin,
exalting what the other gives;
A forge for memories to bond
like flakes of amber pressed in trust,
borrowed against our other lives;
Encounters, that touch on something more ~
Maintain the Advance! 