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In the Stillness
He worships me
lips tracing hymns across my skin
his tongue speaking a language
only my body knows
I arch beneath his devotion
every touch igniting
every breath stolen
a sacred fire we kindle together
The world dissolves around us
time caught in the tide
my legs and mouth wide open
crying out his name
Every moment feels like a breath
a rush of heat and need
flooding through me
His name the only song my lips can find
lips tracing hymns across my skin
his tongue speaking a language
only my body knows
I arch beneath his devotion
every touch igniting
every breath stolen
a sacred fire we kindle together
The world dissolves around us
time caught in the tide
my legs and mouth wide open
crying out his name
Every moment feels like a breath
a rush of heat and need
flooding through me
His name the only song my lips can find
Published 21st Dec 2024
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21st Dec 2024 3:18am
I arch beneath his devotion. Very passionate. Legs and mouth wide open. Yes!!
A passionate piece. I could feel it - every line is hot I could single out no favourites. I could easily visualise and hear the bedroom scene as in your first piece! This could so easily be about the actions in Sacred Whispers except it is told from her participating POV.
21st Dec 2024 2:35pm
22nd Dec 2024 9:30pm
29th Dec 2024 12:37pm
Caused more stirring than stillness.
Your poem flowed with eroticism throughout. Welcome to DUP.
Your poem flowed with eroticism throughout. Welcome to DUP.
