I am homesick for your ravenous touch upon my aching skin,
the burning sensation
as your knuckles run along the curve of my spine
Your fingertips running along the edges of my jaw,
the coldness of your ring
brushing against my lips
An ecstasy laced high
lust drapes upon them,
anticipating the sweetness of our twisted tongues

Homesick
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2 responses to “Homesick”
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Your poems are so pretty! The imagery you create is crazy.
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Thank you for the kind words, Kianna!
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