Sep 7, 2018 · 1 min read
Slow burn

she lay in bed burning
body dripping with need
keeping sleep at bay
this fire burning brightly
consuming modesty a slow burn
tenderly cooking flesh
spilling juices sizzling
aroma of pheromones percolating
scented sheets
her body writhing in a choreographed
dance of seduction she hoped
her mouth too heavy her
vocabulary too narrow to paint
her desires
