I saw the true tone of your skin
Wrapped in the shadow of my hand
Peeking out between brown fingers
My pink nails a sharp contrast
They bite into the willing flesh
As your shaft swells and you elongate
With delicate care I skin flesh back
And now we match, your tip is pink
Opening my hand so more is exposed
I look at the dark flesh of the loose folds
And they appear to be brown/black?
I stretch it long once again with a smile
In the light of the half closed room blinds
Only once more I skin the supple shaft back
As the sun creates shadows on taunt under flesh
You create a rainbow arc flying in the air
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Jasmin Horst