Friday, 4 August 2017

A Soft Touch

To Clare, I liked your fair hair,
I sometimes would just stare,
You would sometimes blush
When revealing your bush.

You would smother me
With your tranquillity,
Moving ever so slow
With an illuminating glow.

You were a sight to see,
A vision of beauty,
Attractive and pretty -
Supplementary to me.

Your breasts would sway
Amply while out at play
To entice me into reciprocation
Of a tantalising bodily motion.

You were respectfully sacred
While you were naked,
I would praise you immensely
As you would tease and please me.


Copyright Andrew Stevenson 04/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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