No-bra Island
It’s one twenty-five
By her side, I nestle warm
My fingers tip toe
across her soft flawless curves
I snuffle her skin
like a crazy wolf
in the moonlight, dancing
Melting the dunes of her hips
But she’s lunching in a no-bra island
and I sunbathe in a beach of white sand
I call her name
But it’s written in my lips
She’s not ashamed
how much our nippies touch
She looks into my eyes
Our pupils spark
The plug switches lightning
She examines my wanting
But she’s lunching in a no-bra island
and I sunbathe in a beach of white sand
In her costa my mouth nibbles
The angels whimper and murmur
as we come closer…
It’s five thirty-five now
in my lap, she nestles warm
Water splashes tell our story
Her and me, melting one
© Copyright by Fehl Dungo
July 10, 2012
Dedicated to Cathy on her birthday
