licorice

sometimes
                 you
                     just
                           want to
                                       fuck

 

 sheen of sweat on fevered skin
          slick
                 rubbing
                          of
                             entwined limbs

 

 bodies sliding
          groaning, grinding
                 frenzied breathing
                         bodies heaving
                               until
                                    the
                                        tension
                                                   breaks

6 thoughts on “licorice”

  1. If I could swoon, I would. Beware writing such things that are read by women in precarious positions. I do not need another bump or bruise brought about by the images you bring to mind with your writing.

    What the hell…

    Keep up the delicious torture.

    Love,
    The Butterfly Temptress

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