Words from The Sunday Whirl.
I’m a messy combination of half-naked woman and sex hormones. It’s too hot to ache for a body against mine yet that’s exactly what I want.
Needing spread limbs to twine
Wind tightly together
Craving a strong hand
Around my sweat slicked throat
Fisting through my tangled hair
Such thoughts cause desire to swirl higher
Seeking an outlet for unquenched rapture
Fingers pinching at each breast
Lips seeking slick lust down below
Yes, yes, I need
To feel so much more
I’m aching to find completion
I need relief
Liberation from this heat