LOVE-MAKING ON PAPER

I remember listening to another writer's pen on paper as
She took listeners down the length of her body
As her husband made his familiar love to her.
She watched him kiss his way down 
To her sacrifice for his future children.
It was easy to tongue and kiss and
Place lips across the summer scent of her neck,
To linger lightly and lick nipples
Into tight, near painful erection.
Moans on her belly skin were familiar
To my female ears, as I knew well
How to pleasure a woman - many past women
And as the rising came in her penultimate sentence
She ended her paragraph within the fire of my blush.

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