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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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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Glad I could help you get up.
I felt an ache, but it made me a little sad, instead. The distance sucks.
Author
More desperation in this instance.
I really like this… sounds very familiar.
Author
Something I’ve written before?
No, just maybe like I’ve felt the same way.
Author
Ahh, yes. Though I’m sure I’ve penned similar thoughts.
Lust at a distance. It can be hard for all players.
And very satisfying in the right circumstances.
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It can. I like the part where it’s satisfying