She presses against me.
The small of her back is a question mark.
Clothing between my hands and her soft skin.
A fetish renewed.
A dream realized.
She has no idea—which is how it should be.
She has no idea; and I have lime desire—
desire against hers, desire by touch,
desire by denial.
I can taste it in her mouth.
I can smell it in her perfume.
There is that moment between possibility and inevitability,
where fantasy and reality play.
That's where I want to stay.
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From For It All
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Digital Art: Renewed by yours truly
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