Voices

September 28, 2008 § 2 Comments

The river felt so peaceful against her skin.

The movements of the pulling her this way and that.

The soft breeze cascading over her gentle curves, making her gasp harshly.

Her nakedness entirely hers.

Her precious little secret.

The river felt like it belonged to her and her lovers.

It’s voice calling out to her.

Sleeping.

Dreaming.

Begging her to return to its silky waters.

To move up and down her spine.

Fingertips.

Breasts.

Teasing and kissing.

Like a well known lover in the dark.

Her body creating shadows in the stars.

The river always kept her satisfied.

The river knew how to please her urges.

Her movements creating lines of tricked ripples.

The river knew how to make her cum.

Swirling.

Churning.

Writhing.

Creating a haunting feel in its path.

Ghostly.

Quiet.

Her body arching.

Her moans echoing in the late distance of the winter night.

Pushing.

Wrapping her up.

Holding her.

Hiding her deep.

 

© Copyright of Charlotte Thorpe

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