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She won’t deny it
she wants him more than anything.
In her soul’s confession she’ll plead guilty
to his effect upon her.
To the exquisite frisson that rushes through her
when she thinks of being with him
when she sees his name
when she hears his voice.
To the near constant erotic thoughts
she entertains in the still of the night
Of her yearning to be taken fully by him
in every dark way possible.
The imagined press of his lips to hers.
The whisper of fingertips across her skin.
His finger dragged along her spine
where he would rest his hand on her hip
Of being bound body and soul to him.
Dark and dangerous musings
which rob her of her sleep
her lust exhaling in the night air
caressing her with want
firing her blood with need.
Dawn’s light finding her shipwrecked
upon her tangled sheets.
A repost from a year ago. A word I absolutely adore. And added audio. I hope you enjoy
Photograph by Trevor Wilson, model Sibyl Sharp