Afternoon In the Park by Gilly WigleyEach breath kissing my neck,
my collar bone,
keeps my heart on it's toes.
Ears stretch,
reaching out,
grasping each sweet everything
nuzzled past my lobes.
Gentle fingers rake my hair
into a messy array of a sexy hairdo.
As cool lips dabble their way
across every inch of bare skin.
And all the while,
as I lay here,
caressed,
grazed,
studied.
Relished by the whispers of a warm heart.
The only thing buzzing through my brain,
is how much I wish
this breeze
was you. 10/06/2011 Posted on 10/06/2011 Copyright © 2025 Gilly Wigley
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