Saturday, February 1, 2025

…craving

Your fingertips grazing gently across my skin

My mind lost in the now and faraway alluring imagery of our darkest sins

Your breath warm and sweetly whispering at my neck

Knowing the tenderness will frame my body with longing and infinite ache

Your gaze so haunting, so desirous and deep 

Reminding me I will beg, and moan, and delightfully weep

Our bodies, our minds, our souls rhythmically swaying 

Your music, your lust, your love I am craving. 

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