Your Mistake

No phones, No clocks
Just you, me, a bed
Soon, no clothes
I unbutton your shirt,
Run my fingernails lightly
Across your chest
A trail of tiny kisses
From nipple to nipple
A flick of the tongue 
You thrust your hands 
Into my hair
A small groan escapes
I feel you stiffen against my leg
As liquid heat floods
My center
I moan and reach greedily
For your mouth with mine
All imagination of course
You flirt, you tease
But don’t touch
I rollercoaster between 
And then I give up
Walk away
Relieved the torment is over
Yet cry myself to sleep

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