Body Language

She never felt wanted Blush painted her face I felt it..the volcanic like heat of an erotic exhale raising the hair on my neck I sensed the electric flush of her skin I saw the vision of desire, eclipsing her irises- divulging her secret while fighting the clouds of precipitation The pent up protrusion of her diaphragm echoing the contained rage of need within, against my chest That iconic moment had an expiration, and for that, she resented me But I heard the angelic vibrations of her throat summon up a fulfilled "thank you" With one last heave of her chest, and an exhale More carnal, yet serene We drifted into time... All she asked for - a hug.


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