The curve of her breasts
The hint of shape
Beneath her clothes
That draws his eye
The subtle shadow
Pressing against fabric
That suggests its fullness
The curve of her breasts
Gives detail and substance
To his fantasies of her
He imagines
The pale perfection of her skin
And how her nipples look
He envisions
The color of those tantalizing buds
Pale or dusky
And how they appear
When she is aroused
He contemplates
How they would feel
Beneath his palms
Between his thumb and forefinger
And against his tongue
The curve of her breasts
He longs to peel away her clothes
To lay siege to her body
And discover
If his imaginings
Are real…
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*This is not new but a repost from last year. I like it and I hope my readers will indulge me once again.
©SirenSong1208
Photograph taken from Tumblr
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