calmness comes in whispers
of thighs grazing
heat emanating from
forbidden heights
wrapped lovingly
in the darkest of shades
and stitched stoic
in tight rows
those curves
ticked of untold
lies and unsung sighs
the need for lasciviousness
crept in tones of hunger
albeit for a moment
when aches reached peaks
and the warm scent of sex
appealed to baser instincts...
til I succumbed to the
winking of denim
caught in the crease
of femininity
Comments
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Oh wow, what a masterpiece!
I love your language;
excellent diction.
This made for a great read!
Thanks for entering & best of luck
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*reaches into bag*
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~warm denim~
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