Words from The Sunday Whirl.
I’m a messy combination of half-naked woman and sex hormones. It’s too hot to ache for a body against mine yet that’s exactly what I want.
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So… Overheated
Needing spread limbs to twine
Wind tightly together
Please
Craving a strong hand
Around my sweat slicked throat
Fisting through my tangled hair
Such thoughts cause desire to swirl higher
Seeking an outlet for unquenched rapture
I need…
Fingers pinching at each breast
Lips seeking slick lust down below
Oh, please.
I need
Yes, yes, I need
To feel so much more
I’m aching to find completion
Relief!
I need relief
Liberation from this heat
Comments
Nicely written!
Author
Thanks. A little early for this, but I’m wound up.
Deliciously…heated.
Author
Heated, overheated. Something
“Fisting through my tangled hair” – Wonderful image!
Author
Isn’t it? I experienced a little of it yesterday. I would’ve liked more.
More is always nice, yes?
Author
Always