"Wicked Hands"
by Liz Wikberg

Wicked hands roam upon satin skin
lightly squeezing, touching, straying
Feel your touch without, within
Your heated fingers moist and playing

Rounded curves beg to be spanked
reddened, aching, flushed with heat
quivering thighs made to be flanked
what lies between.....a tongues treat

Lips parted wanting to be kissed
waiting to be touched with sin
pink softness cannot be missed
awaiting your presence within

Sounds of passion, moans of love
Screams of pleasure and pain
Take me now I've had enough
Fuck me and make me sane
Please visit Liz's site at myspace.com/wycked_muse
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