A week of calls and texts
Filled with lust and wanton sex
Smelling our own aroma of our genitalia
Pungent and palpable
I’m on the edge of insanity
Leaning on the cusp of surrender
Do I give myself fully
Or take my soul somewhere else
I want thee all of thee
I want your mind and skin
Surender your self to my will
And I will take you to the moon and we will
Dance and shake the stars
The sun will rise and shower us with pleasure
Leisure at my feet
While I sooth your head and body
And then maybe we can do it all over again
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A stimulating read. An appetite that isn’t always as easy to satiate as plunging into a wedge of pie.