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Nights of Yearning
Sound waves with hands
Trailing down my body
As ghostly reminders
Of what could be
Or used to be
A voice of silk
In sleepy murmurs
Sweeping across my skin
Like a wandering tongue
Teasing the edges
Of sweet spots
Sex music
In my hips
Writhing on this empty bed
Grinding and moaning
And calling your name
Imagining you
All up on me
Trailing down my body
As ghostly reminders
Of what could be
Or used to be
A voice of silk
In sleepy murmurs
Sweeping across my skin
Like a wandering tongue
Teasing the edges
Of sweet spots
Sex music
In my hips
Writhing on this empty bed
Grinding and moaning
And calling your name
Imagining you
All up on me
Published 15th Jul 2015
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