Guest poetry, in response to the prompt: Heat.
Sometimes the absence of it makes it more noticeable.
Dokurtybitz
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IN ABSENTIA
She makes me hot
Swollen with desire,
Skin itches
To touch her
And make her
Hotter,
Wetter,
I burn for
Her.
~
She comes for me,
Wet, liquid glow
My mouth and hands
Teasing her pleasure
Along
With cries and shudders,
Her heat
Bursts forth,
For me.
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Her lips
Leave a tingle
In my skin,
Arouses my cock,
Fires my lust,
Blinding need throbs
Painfully,
Aching
To be buried
In her.
~
I wake to her warmth
In my cold little bed,
Pull into my arms
The fire that makes me
Live,
An illusion born of night dreams,
My heat
She wakens elsewhere.
I know you wrote each segment separately, but I like how they read as a whole.
How you feel,
What you want/have,
Memory/Dream/Desire,
Reality.
Thanks for playing along. 🙂
Mrs Fever recently posted…Hot
I like how you’ve inspired them all, I’ll play along with you always .
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