A fleeting touch as he walks past
A sparkling eye, gone in a flash
Awareness when he’s in my space
A slightly breathless, quickening pace
Tingles where they should not be
Frustration flowing wild and free
The ‘Will we?’ ‘Won’t we?’ In my head
Fuck me! I need him in my bed!
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Author:
jenny.g (
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- Published: September 7th, 2025 06:16
- Comment from author about the poem: When new sparks are flying.
- Category: Erotic
- Views: 21
Comments2
A fun read that starts out so soft and sweet and ends so powerfully. Good read
Thanks very much! That’s pretty much what I was going for 😊
You are most welcome
This captures that wild mix of attraction, excitement, and frustration so perfectly pure chemistry in words. Nicely written.
Thanks so much!
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