Cast Away

She beckons for my attention
With her thighs
As if it was a question
Her skin is cold and soft
Flecked like robins eggs

She comes and goes
The moon pushing her
Away with the tide

But for tonight
She is quiet and matched
Cheeks flushed with pink
Sharp whimpers
Soft kisses
Linen covers

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