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 ~


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