The spot of my neck

Your whisper resounds in my head,
while soft breath, warms that spot of my neck,
both a weakness and strength,
you define,
for this moment, I'm yours and your mine.
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From within, a warm glow, saturates,
as my flesh melds to yours,
and I'm launched into space,
undefined is the journey I take,
your my vessel in travel you've allowed me to take.
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Oh, the firmness your arms wrap me in,
bind me ever so tightly,
keeps me balanced within,
If unbound, I would just fall apart,
As my body so trembles, being pulled to your heart.
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My flesh fires, by the touch of your hands,
tuned so deeply to you, I await each command,
your response that you push into hips,
scream in pleasure alone, feather like, finger tips.
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I must say that I find when I write,
all the thoughts in my mind, freely flow, free and bright.
and the trust I behold, and give you,
gives me wings of an angel, and a heart just as true.
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© Iris