Friday 6 September 2013

choice butts #9...


It’s as if you never left 
muscle memory brings me back 
recollection guides me in 
the taste and scent far reaching
reunion of flesh
 a buckling of will
pretty thing by the window sill


5 comments:

Cheeky Minx said...

Yes, yes... That muscle memory. The imprint of a lover's weight, scent. The heady taste of skin and fire and flesh.

And here, it's more a case of perfection by the window sill. She is glorious. You lucky sod, bhp...

Anonymous said...

Such a lucky girl.

both.hands.please said...

A taste that lingers, with such far reaching effect Minx. It might be the death of us.
Her glory was fleeting, but none less splendid. That's my luck.


Do you think so Ella? You're far too generous, but I welcome the thought. Have you a window sill to lean on?

Ella said...

Me? I'm not being generous. However, I'd like you to be as I play naughty and bend over each of the window sills in my house. I've at least a dozen. Up for it?

both.hands.please said...

A dozen window sills Ella.. it sounds like a fabulous way get things rolling. Just the idea has me up for it.