The breathe hits the hollow of the neck
just where the shoulder meets.
Warm, tingling, soft.
Slowly it travels up the neck
caressing the skin.
The crook of the ear where it begins
brings forth a soft sigh
before a slightly moist mouth brushes against it.
Nibbles begin. Soft, playful, tantalizing.
Outside the rim lips travel interspersed
with the breath of lust.
Until the tip is reached and
an involuntary indrawn breathe.
Slowly in the ear itself
sweet words are whispered longingly.
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