lay with me instead
she said
her heart yearning for me
shone in her eyes
the rain outside pitter-pattering harmony
as the stretch between us narrowed
my arm embraced the fold of her voluptuousness
the door to my heart opening
the lilies i’d picked for her yesterday
held neatly in the vase on her dresser
maintained the lingering scent in her room
we both inhaled and sighed
the intoxication of everything right
urged me to capture her long legs
and narrow wrists with my embrace
dozing was ever further from our minds
with mounting tension and heavy breathing
like a ship on fierce waters
our bodies rocked with abandon
until we lay wrecked on our bed
I Write Her 
Oh I am swooned by the weaving. Love it.
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❤ Thank you so much, Kritika!
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My pleasure always (heart)
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Steamy!
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Very! 🙂
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Such passion! Love the way you tied the photo prompt into the poem and the whirl too!
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Thanks, Val! 🙂 I do love me some Sunday Whirl!
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Far out, love how you crafted this Susi 👌
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Thank you, Bree! ❤
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Oh, you left me speechless Susi🤭
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Awesome! 🙂 Glad you liked it, Mich!
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Hot!
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🙂 Thanks, Bart! Exactly what I was going for.
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great ❤️❤️
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Thank you! 🙂
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Very vivid encounter.
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Thank you, Sadje! 🙂
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You’re welcome 👍🏼
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