A poem of mine, read by me.I block users that flame. I welcome constructive criticism and dialog. If you're looking to be hateful, please go elsewhere.Shimmer of skin.A shimmer of smooth skin weighted down by the light it moves like the cloth that barely conceals it stretching to fit over sharp bonestheir edges protruding at delicate angles from beneath her flesh,I wonder what she would taste like a salty breeze from the seaor the sweat that lingers on your hand from a mare that's run too hard beaten it's self into exhaustionwith violent exertion,if my lips were ever given the chance to skim over those bold valleyswould I linger silently tasting her flesh, I think I might dive deeply through her seeking every shadow I could caress wandering in an aimless frenzyto find every crevice before that moment ended, Yet all I can dois stare at that brief piece of flesh as it peeks betweenthe bottom of her short top and the top of her long pants, Sometimes that acheto see her so briefly at a distance is almost as temptingas my longing.S. Elizebeth Turnquist

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