Unbridled Desire
fresh linen
and jasmine
gently caress
the air
sheets whisper
to the floor,
with abandon
searching lips
find an orb
traveling fingers
part the way
legs jelly
and feet tingle
the lighting rod
is stroked
all sane movement
ceased, tremors pass
into the centre of desire
shuddering I am loosed
a ragged breath
lifts wayward hair
slicked in lust
and splayed
I wished
I had a smoke
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