I Know You...

By TheShyAssassin

Mon, 10 Sep 2018
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She tugs hard on her leggings.
It pleases her to please me.
 
Her chin dips imperceptibly as she turns to look at me.
Like a novelty nodding dog on the parcel shelf of a sixties Rover. 
I don’t think she knows.
But she makes me hard. 

Sometimes we lay and gaze, eyes an inch apart.

Nose-tips touching.
Lips barely brushing. 
Ice blue and the softest of evening green.
 
Her skin reddens easily.
The shape of my rude hand on her warm. living porcelain.
She whimpers. Then whispers. "Harder..."
 
I've probed her secret places,
Both gently and violently,
Always lovingly.
Each time I pass her a part of my soul.
One day she will have it all.
I know her.
 
As my evening dawns there is new hope.
There’s time yet, so stay with me. 

My skin may spot. Your waist may thicken. 

But as the madding sun creeps ever lower, 

I’ll hold your hand as the shadows lengthen. 
I know you.
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