This image was generously loaned to me. It was the inspiration for the poem. -Rebecca


Exquisite lips bite
vulnerable skin
searing dreams
remembering him
masterful in ways
I do not know
learning from teacher
until afterglow
lusts again
when needs revive
feminine moans devour
shockwaves thrive.


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