The preassure of your hands...


The preassure of your hands on my body, the stickiness of your breath as it touches my neck and  the feeling of you directing my body . The music slows you step under my dress. I want to be anywhere bu in your arms. I let you hold me as we move  throught the crowd.In my imaginetion touch me , play with me like my curves, give me what I deserve. I want you to caress me like a tropical bryze and I want to float away with you in the Red Sea. You and me  - fire and wind...

Photo by : Igor Egorov

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