Goosebumps
Goosebumps rise,
sour and sharp,
around a hardened nipple.
Back-and-forth,
a rhythmic graze,
barely touching,
just enough.
The chest stirs,
breasts hang,
swaying softly.
Eyes fixed,
exuberant,
waiting.
Each passing moment,
each fleeting touch,
a tingle floods the skin,
waves of sensation.
Goosebumps rise again,
a whisper of fire
just beneath the surface.
The air feels charged,
each graze electric,
awakening nerves
Unknown existence.
Time slows,
seconds stretch,
being suspended,
consumed by the rhythm.
Breath catches,
a sigh escapes,
heat spreads,
drifting deeper.
The world falls,
leaving only the dance,
the sensation,
the pulse beneath the skin,
alive,
aware,
waiting
for the next touch.
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