TOUCHING THE DOUBLE MOONS

You should stop, right now, part

of my mind tells me, that being

the sane part, not the one gripped

by desire, but I can't stop thinking

how I would move my hand up her

bare legs all the way to her bottom,

touching the double moons of her

buttocks; first hesitatingly, like

they would burn my exploring

fingers, then, finding courage,

resting my palm against the soft,

cool skin of one buttock, before

slowly squeezing it, tenderly,

and then bending to kiss both, 

03.08.2024

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