Wordplay Wednesday: Camille

Our bodies close,
no breath between,
her skin so fair and smooth,
Lustrous contours revealed.

Beneath my hands,
Soft mounds
Of fevered, silken flesh.
“Come inside,” she appeals.

“If you desire,” I reply,
Caressing every curve.
She spreads her thighs,
Her entrance still concealed.

Eager now
I shift between,
Parting sodden lips
With dagger made of steel.

I slip inside,
The lady sheathes me whole.
Onward we love,
With vigor and with zeal.

She holds on tight,
And to her delight,
I come inside
My darling, Camille.


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