Half awake, almost asleep.
The scent of your skin ,alerts my senses.
My body cries out to yours.
My flesh craves you, my desire enflames you.
You’ve found me,now, I pull you in , fast , and deep.
I dream of you.
Half asleep, almost awake.
You penetrate my darkest wish.
My core pulses , following your lead.
.Obeying your powerful rhythm ,with every Driving ,thrust.
My breath , now a reckless pant.
I try to slow the moment, control this storm,That rages .
I am powerless against you ,I feel the restless waters,the furious wave ,that’s been Swelling within me.
The tides rising ,rushing me towards the Shores of ecstasy.
Thighs quivering, heart pounding , oh the final wish.
My eyes smile ,your hunger ,no longer contained ,begins to fill me.
We splash like a wave, against the sands of bliss.
We dreamt this .
You of me, me of you ,
This is only ours to keep.
Half awake, now ,sound asleep.
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Author:
Resa Bronstein (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 3rd, 2022 19:15
- Category: Erotic
- Views: 42
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Comments1
a wonderful effort
and I'm intrigued
by the aesthetic shape of your write
was it intentional, by design
or just how the words flowed
and the lines, aligned themselves..
thanks for sharing
Thank you?
When writing a poem, the words create a rhythm in my mind.
Instead of editing, I let my words speak as they wish.
Thank you?
When writing a poem, the words create a rhythm in my mind.
Instead of editing, I let my words speak as they wish.
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