Wicked Girl
Inspired by Not That Girl from Wicked
Legs touch.
Fingers meet.
Relaxed mind and
certain heat.
This will be a blur,
and I am that girl.
Let's dream, out of bounds.
Fire and flames and yearning sounds.
Rainbows of color springing forth in swirls,
neck is kissed in pearls.
Yes I am that girl.
Every so often we long to steal,
to the land where luscious begins,
to completely satisfy the ache we feel
till morning sets back in.
Seductive smile, satin limb
She who's willing
on a whim...
sauciest mouth in the whole dang world,
deft soft touch and prose,
always from her flows.
Yes I am that girl.
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