99wordpromt: Swarm Hosted by Charli Mills
In vivid colors my dreams stir me
Keeping me up at night.
Summer heat warms my cheeks, his hands cup my breast, my bed is swarmed with his memory firmly in my room.
The weight of him I feel, hum of the fan is his breath on my bead of sexual need.
His night music plays down the small of my back low and slow rhythm and hues.
Midnight to dawn the moon’s crescent sinks with my dreaming is the part of me that stays awake for him.
The heat I welcome, like my honey to your bee. Swarming.