Photo by Annette Sousa on Unsplash
Lids flutter closed, sight could not distract
a sharp inhale to notice orange on your breath
hearing the blood rushing quickly
you pulled me hard to feel the heat
and break the suspense to taste your lips.
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Bugsy Watts
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"I just can't do this anymore..." "Do what?" What can't you do? Put gas in your own car? I swear to God you make me take care of everything, don't you? You know I'm on my way to work right now but that never stops you from bothering me, does it?"
By Shirley Belk7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
great work
Sensuaaaaaaaaaaaaal. My my my oh my. The image and the title didn't nearly do justice to set the mood for the words that followed. This is extremely well done, Bugsy! Loved it.
Spicy. That moment before connection wonderfully evoked.
Oh, I felt the suspense!! Such great phrasing and word choices. This was a delight to read :)