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Daily Prompt: Anticipate

Time seemed to have stilled and
Rendered them motionless, except
Her quickened breathing and
Pounding heart; she could feel
His gaze on her, and she hung

Half fearful

Half yearning

On it.

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Daily Prompt: Lust

I want you to pull me into you
Urgently, your lips crashing against
Mine, fevered and desirous
They part to let you in –
Hot and wet, alive and furious
My senses mingle with the
Scent of you, primal and predatory
I want to be your prey.

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Bad Poetry

He smiled and
Whispered in her ear
I’m bad at this
She replied, barely
Touching his lips
It’s okay, I’m bad too
Then closed her eyes.

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The Climax

“I would love to watch you pleasured while pleasuring me.”

“I would start slow and build it up more and harder.”

“Make me moan with sheer pleasure at the highest point.”

“You are a bad bad girl, but I will show you my best performance.”

“Tell me all your deep dark dirty fantasies about it all.”

“I will. My music never stops.”

When writer and musician spar innuendoes. 😉

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The Inquisition

“How deep does it go?”

“Deep as possibly imaginable
So deep it might hit
A very sensitive spot
In your soul.”

“Teach me how to strum it.”

“I would first let you hold it, and
Feel its thickness; then
I would pleasure you, starting slowly
Building up more and harder, using
My instrument.”

“Show me.”

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The Proposition

“Come live with me;
I wanna show you my basement.”

“That’s dangerous.
We could become so consumed with all there is.”

“Yes we would.
One might lose one’s mind.”

“I am ready.”

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Furnishings

In every piece of his furnishings
Were echoes of her ecstasy.

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