Idle Hands

Idle hands tend to wander all over. They move against my curves and wind up in my hair...... But, fascinating, they never stray.... filled with sensations that clout out the air... transferring electricity to my central vertebrae.

Idle hands tend to wander all over. They slide smoothly against my thigh. Stroking every atom that beats with every breath. Building a dam about to explode on the brink of euphoria and consumed with a needed release.

By: Tiffany K. Charles

Reviews

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Nice piece, You had my mind thinking about making love and not wam bam thank you mam. Lovely piece. N.

[LapseOfMind]

Wow, evocative and enticing. Nicely done!

[McBear]

Damn, Tiffany. I always love your coherent poems. They have such a feel of imagery to them. I really got the feel of a beautiful moment with this one.

[Tiffany K Charles]

Thank you lovey.... I enjoy your works .....immensely....... A lot of my poems are form years ago that I'm inputting into this profile.... But this one and the other one "I"... are new..... please feel free to message me with anything you think could help improve my style.... or the lack of a style.... I'm still trying to find out what style i like...