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The Call
He thinks about her
their bodies glitter
with sweat
They are not lovers
they have never met
She turns him into
a savage using her
words as bait
Never her flesh on
his they still mate
He speaks upon her
vanilla scented neck
watching her rise and fall
She's inside herself and
together they call
their bodies glitter
with sweat
They are not lovers
they have never met
She turns him into
a savage using her
words as bait
Never her flesh on
his they still mate
He speaks upon her
vanilla scented neck
watching her rise and fall
She's inside herself and
together they call
Published 11th Dec 2015
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11th Dec 2015 7:39am
can hear their voices seeking each other across the distance.
echoing romance, Tommie...
echoing romance, Tommie...
13th Dec 2015 3:19am
11th Dec 2015 11:26am
The sexuality and tension of those first few precious calls ... Wonderful ink Tommie
13th Dec 2015 3:20am
Anonymous
11th Dec 2015 4:58pm
tommielynn,
you bring the anatomy of the call to life! Enjoyed!
tornado
you bring the anatomy of the call to life! Enjoyed!
tornado
13th Dec 2015 3:20am
14th Dec 2015 5:38pm
Tommie, what a beautiful description of the sensual power of words. What a spectacular thing it is to be able to be stimulated to climax by the thoughts conjured by an erotic poem. You write them so well. This stanza so concisely describes cyber-sex:
"Never her flesh on
his they still mate"
"Never her flesh on
his they still mate"
16th Dec 2015 10:55pm
