Monday, 22 December 2014

I call him Sam

Bold and bright 
he lures me to him 
a willing moth 
to his blazing flame 

No getting away, he comes 
with strings attached 
I wouldn't have it 
any other way 

I imagine him on me 
caressing my curves 
making me feel all woman

Resistance is definitely futile 
I succumb gladly 
to temptatìon; he's mine, &

I give myself to him 
peaking and dipping 
to his touch

With him wrapped 
around me, I look beautiful 
Ready to take the plunge, I stop
Did I just hear him say 

Don't get me wet

* if you are wondering who Sam is, he is my bright Brazilian bikini


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