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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