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Singular Need

A tingling begins in the base
of my skull when you pour
your words across my ears.
Soaking me with a hot spasm;
christening my brain with
your fiery, sexual nuance.
Your words produce a pulsating
heat between my legs, and I
wonder what your hands would do.
Roaming the peaks and
valleys of my body; a wet
tongue gliding across my skin.
Shivering with the sensation of
your fingertips finding my wet slit;
ripe in the wake of yearning.
Inside they slip, one, two, three;
gasping in sweet ecstasy, hips
rise to meet your beckoning.
Your tongue flicks my bud,
opening me like the petals of
a flower in the soft rain.
Shattering my insides with
waves of heat; drawn to the
height of a pulsating swell.
I bring my hands to my chest
and breathe heavy in the moment;
I am bound to this silent place.  
Sinking back into my mind, I am
struck by the fate of what we are;
devoid of flesh, divided by time.
Written by Eerie
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