Loosen me up

thecrowsingstoo:

Fingers, searching, longing, curling
Taking, aching, silence-breaking.
A hushed breath in the night 
Murmurs like the wings of a midnight owl, 
Locating prey and taking flight. 

Sultry kisses round each curve, 
Traveling down these unmarked paths, 
Licked flame taunting every nerve,  
From the base of my stomach to the crook of my calves.

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