Oblivion

anna36

Oblivion 

Every now and then 
I catch my breath
Thinking
of your ironed shirt clothed abdomen
On a Sunday morning,
The seductive musk of your cologne 
Enveloping my senses  
As you tumble 
Into my still sleeping body
The warm, smooth hardness
Of your weight
Sensually crushing me 
Wrestling limbs entwined,
Rhythm pulsing through our veins,
As in the unwelcome
Morning sun we bask, 
Paused in this delicious fullness 
For a moment never quite long enough. Oblivion.

 

  • Author: anna36 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 9th, 2023 09:46
  • Category: Love
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  • anna36

    Love to hear comments good or bad ☺️

  • Myth

    Your words have reflected the momentum joy of the moment .. that is good .. the poem valid to be +18



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