The Twist

​The twist and a turn, 
An arch as she squirms
Wrest with the best, 
Wrists start to burn
Nose, neck and navel, 
Go down to kiss her 
Speaking in tongues,
Hear a faint little whisper 
Her middle starts to wiggle, 
Fiddle while she wriggles
Freshly flushed flesh,
Gasp, groan and a giggle

~ S.D. 

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