Thursday, December 28, 2023

Writhing

I wait
and stir
and stew 
and spin.
Writhing 
I long for you 
I yearn and 
I grin.
This passion is vexing 
and wanton
and bent.
I squirm
I wiggle 
I smile 
and I wince.
You contort
and thrash 
and agonize 
and twist.
I drip
I giggle 
I moan 
and I release.
Sighs 
and murmurs 
and incoherent pleas.
Breathless gasping 
and uncontainable relief. 


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