Her face is flushed…
Responding to the prompt, “Write a poem. The first line is, ‘Her face is flushed…’”
Published in
Apr 21, 2023
Her face is flushed…
Dew erupts from every pore
Her senses are tingling
She is craving more.Suffering anticipation
How long must she wait
Moments from release, not
From his patient torture.Again, he dips his finger in
Again, he licks the sweet nectar
Again, she thrusts her hips
Again almost, yet again denied.
