Tope Ogundare
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

Tope Ogundare

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Psychiatrist | Author (The Book of Pain) | Contact: anabiophs@gmail.com | Blog: www.topeogundare.wordpress.com

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