Need increases with distance

Morning rises
Fire burning hot even as sleep pulls
Every word you send becomes heat
Inspiration that parts thighs
Could you cross the distance?
Allow me the chance to share my cries
To sit astride and ride
Go until the feeling passes?
Come, soak up my heat
Please…

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  1. Paul

    Good morning, Cara

    Reading this with my first cup of tea, morning wasn’t the only thing rising. A beautifully erotic & sensual piece of writing. Thank you for starting my day with a smile on my face & a bulge in my jeans.

    Paulx

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