015 – Pluck

I feel my lips pressed
Against the pink
And I smile

Soft and silk
With no words spoken
I was begged to touch
To inhale deeply
Such a sweet and taunting aroma
How could one resist

I have waited for this day
On constant watch for my moment
My words were just a part of the plan
I had already seen my fingers trailing a feathery touch
I had already heard the mutters of jealousy
And the coos of delight

This beauty was mine
I would take her when the time was ready
Patience has brought me to this moment
And now I dare

Robert Rivera
27 August 2017

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