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Fingers pressed to lips,
A stern, but airless command.
A smile of intent,
Cracks the air into a frenzy.
Pursed lips,
Make way.
The gentle sway of a tongue,
Across goose bumped skin.
Skin that hardens to attention,
Atop the lushest of places.
Eyes that demand,
Connect to eyes that beg.
Teasing fingers,
Connect to flaring heat.
Hips grind involuntarily,
Seeking to hasten desires.
Pushing begets writhing,
Writhing begets shaking.
Bitten lips hold back,
What soon cannot be contained.
And in glorious cacophony,
The silence is broken.
This poem was written by my friend @ebrionkeats on Tumblr and @ebrionkeats1 on Twitter.