I'm consumed by my love for him.
Sucked in and drowned by this liquid feeling.
It surges through my veins like the warmest blood.
It strangles me like the strongest clutch around my throat.
Breathless when I think of him.
Speechless when in his presence.
Overwhelmed by his essence.
He unearths me.
Captures every part of me.
Sends shockwaves through my spirit
Sedated like I've popped a pill
Tranquilised standing still
In a daze when he says goodbye
Electric shock when he spreads my thighs.
Delirium when he enters me
The highest point of ecstasy when he dives deeper into my seven seas
I'm free.
For just a moment I escape captivity.
Then...
He leaves.
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Edina Jackson-Yussif
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Comments (1)
I wasn't expecting it to mention sex, which was a bit of a turn. It made me go up and look at the title and lent the title more power because it changed the meaning and made me question what the author meant versus my surface assumption.