Touch Titillation

Delivering me to damnation

My own photo of art in Rome

Demanding as you grab,
what is yours
and mine to give
your fingernails
leave reminiscent marks,
trails of heat so brief
as you claw my back
dragging down to my ass
gripped firmly like twin peaks
made perfectly for your hands
your undeniable,
sensationally satisfying
touch leaves my body
quaking with after shocks
residually resonating.
My legs spasm
and body convulses in,
as you spread them wide
for you to continue
your unending pursuit
of damning deliverance.

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