Redux
You’re not my type.
But I want you.
Grasp for me now
while I still have the nerve.
Be my sinful digression.
A lusty misdeed.
Come tend to this cold fire.
Raise my temperature.
I swell to your dauntless kisses
and searing touches.
Unleash me.
Feed me.
Satisfy me.
Originally published 9/15/2018 on I Write Her.
I Write Her 
You have a thirst that needs quenched….
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Yes.
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A whole meal, with dessert. This was steamy, Susi
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❤ Thank you!
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And thank you!
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‘Oooh Matron’s.. this is steamy stuff. 😜
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Sometimes it be like that! 😉
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Lol . 👏👏
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I would add my “Wow”… but at my age, it’s soooo totally irrelevant. 😂🤣
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😂🤣😂🤣😂
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Beautiful enticing expression. I feel myself waiting and wanting !!!!
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Excellent! #goalachieved
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Another Wow! Brilliant writing, Susi!
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❤ Thank you so much, Eugenia!
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You’re welcome, Susi! 💖
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Wow!
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❤ Best reaction, Val! Thanks so much!
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