breath

Your breath on my waist

waits, my skin aches,

arching closer to you

You breath draws in sharp

it pictures smells

remembering

Your breath moans

a yearning call

to what I know of you

Your breath steams

our mirror

painting drips of touch

And then you say to me

Look at us

***

Mindfills by s.s. for

d’Verse Poetics – challenge exploring erotica as a literary genre – hosted by Sanaa Rizvi….aaand I missed the deadline!

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