our combustion
a triumph of the senses
you reveal your need
i quiver with desire
this is one way lovers communicate
with a sigh
the moment fades
the fire cracking no more
an expansive breath is taken in
the curtains filter out the early sun
as we recover from being undone
i turn to you once more
reach below for maybe one more go
i want to feel the shimmering in my mind again
I Write Her 
What a tantalizing write!
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Thank you! 🙂 Glad you liked it.
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Fantastic 🔥🔥🔥🔥
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That was spicy, I mean who doesn’t like being undone.
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Thanks! Mission accomplished. 😉
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Well done, Susi! Reasons for the ‘sigh’ are superbly expressed.
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❤ Thanks, Eugenia! 🙂
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You’re welcome, Susi!
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What a great use of the words! Very unique and interesting 😊
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Thanks, Brittany! Glad you liked it. 🙂
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Nicely done Susi.
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🙂 Appreciate that, Sadje!
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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Aw, a heart is breaking…nice poem!
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Especially if he says no! 😉
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😊
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🙂
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You certainly gave the prompt words a whirl …
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… in bed! 😉
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😀😁
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