day 7.. napowrimo..
Come slide into me
Ease your presence all over me
Quicken heart’s hunger
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Quicken heart’s hunger
In want of naked longing
Lips tracing moist curves
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Lips tracing moist curves
Hidden places open wide
Be my greatest dive
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Be my greatest dive
Long gone are the shallows keep
Come slide into me
Love the circular nature here – and the poem is sizzling!! Oleana, now moist.
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