Adorably
I watch his face
meander mine,
as if a tarn
I tiptoe along
the stubbled beach
of his cheek,
he takes hold
under knees,
softly kisses
the inside of ankles,
deeply, in and out,
in and out I gasp
as burgundy toenails
and tiny bunions dunk
into the cool, black
waters of his hair.





Why haven't I read this yet?









this piece like a rockstar.
Go 4 Gold, always. 




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Outstanding!!! 






























- too funny, Geo...I love your honesty, damn, I love my little bunions, though I was wondering how they'd go over with the reader...now I have to think of something else...thanks for your comment