7/30/10

Closer
By Ciara Livingston


Hands,

Pulling me closer.

The small of her back,

Cupped beneath my fingertips.


Taut,


Nails in skin.

Pulling your mouth in,

Teeth biting the rouge of my lips.


Velvet,


Our tongues dance.

My arched back fills the space.

Our breasts bound to one another.


Trembling.

Fingers fumbling.

Finding their ways to warm spaces,

Becoming slick with the fever of your love.


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Ciara is a 19 year old nursing student who likes to write when her emotions are the strongest.
She has been writing ever since she could hold a pen in her hand.