The draft of this poem is covered in arrows. I knew what I wanted to say, I just couldn't seem to put it in the right order. I seem to have a sexual tension theme going lately. Huh.
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~Liquid Heat~
His callused hands feel good
Against my skin.
He touches me in places
That make me feel
Hot all over.
His lips are like fire.
Nipping, kissing
Where no one else has
Even seen.
I hold his head
With my fingers entangled
In his long hair.
It's like holding on to water.
Everything about him is like water.
Liquid and amazing,
Each movement flowing
Into the next.
Unlike my jerky attempts
At grace.
Except his liquid doesn't dull the heat,
Only makes it burn more.
I squirm beneath him,
And I don't know why
I'm not ashamed.
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