Each bated breath that does not bear your scent feels wasted.
The instant before we touch you are still too far away.
When you dirty my thoughts and you're not here it is the
happiest misery.
My body transcends ‘want’ to ‘need’, ‘ask’ to ‘plead’, ‘serene’
to‘electricity’.
Missing you feels so good,
Having you feels so right,
Tasting you feels like life,
Pleasing you feeds my writhe.
Devour my fire, lay waste to my sanity.
Occupy my soul, prey on my body.
Scorched sea of blistered calamity.
If there is a way to drown in happiness,
I embrace the depths to which I have fallen.
~Ebony
O-Review
Butterfly Ice
Come Between My Pages
Death of a Butterfly
Torturous Bliss
He said She said
Lie To Me
You
The Clown Princess of Sorrow
Harmonica Orgasm
Play-Write
Smash and Dash: Car Sex Do's Don't's
Bondage Around the House
Whisper Orgasm
Invitees: +PoetryLove Arts +Just Poets +Diode Poetry Journal +Sexia Abbott +Liliana Quintero +Sara Panada +Sexy Nerd Girl +R.M. The Writer
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