Soft and sweet
Hair breaths’ kiss
Across a warm cheek.
Fluttering about
No destination miss
Not even my mouth.
Winds and swirls
Increasing in vigor
Creating drops of pearls
Burns and stings
Invisible sight
Pile after pile
Relentless white
Engulfing with light
“Do you want me to stop?”
Asked after an audible pop
Nipple escaped from frozen lips
Tremor after tremor
Answers with a plea
Freezing me to the core
Creating a heat no one sees
“Need”
Permission granted.
Continuing the deed.
(This poem has inspired a short story that I will publish as soon as it’s done. Tell me if you like it. How it made you feel)
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