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.
By Pamelap
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I am a Texas transplant from Virginia Beach and I love family, food, and entertaining with friends! On any given weekend you will find me out enjoying the city having dining & sipping moments with family and friends.
Besides being a foodie and an avid sports fan, l love writing as well!
I enjoy writing poetry, articles on my dining experiences and short stories. Look for my musings and written expression each day and let me know what is on your mind too. As my cousin, Kendra Edozie, quoted: It All Begins With Just A Thought.
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Sultry piece. I love it. 💜
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Thank you 🙏☺️ I had fun with this one too!
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