I can hear my phone buzzing
on the dresser across the room
like a fly…dogging my face
it’s distracting
as I give myself over
…in every possible sense…
to his ferocious ministrations
his smoky eyes burning holes in my soul
setting my nerve endings ablaze
flickers spreading quickly
a wildfire…
I’m lost in the flames
palms alternately gliding…
and applying pressure
sending me into another state
where time has no bearing
…no weight
digits delving into sheltered havens
spelling his name…
a dominant claiming…
along the walls of my saturation
leaving me…
aching
as I wait for the moment
crave the building pressure
until he decides his approach
and comes for me…
without hesitation
all the while the buzz continues
determined to have an answer
but it’s not happening
I’ll get back to them later
curling fingers around my restraints
shuddering in anticipation
as I see the change in his gaze
gone from smoldering…
to full-blown blaze
feeling the blunt press…
of his aggressive intent
I gasp at the delicious invasion
thickened throb tunneling
and I’m already quivering
yeah…
I’ll call them back
I’m a little tied up at present
Ok..ok. Now I need the ice water. Wow
Love it
He’s got a way about him…😂 Thank you, Fia
Yo! I am reading your poem and its FIRE!! Call me when you get this. Bye “)
Haha thanks! 😊
Passionately penned, Willow. This excellent write heats up the room my friend. To the readers wearing glasses I’m sure they’re all steamed up reading this one. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.
Damian
I had a moment here with this one, but he’s potent inspiration. Thank you, my friend 😊
Sexy! XXX Nice work
Thank you! 😊
A hot, breathless rush… interruption eclipsed by desire, ending on a perfect, wry snap.
Yeah……what she said.
And thank you, Brandon 😊
Thank you, Grace! 😊