Sexual Musings :: Bedtime

“Sing me to sleep, your scarred hands keeping time across my legs. Cradle me, let me drift off wondering if it’s your voice against my spine or Midwest summer thunder. The steady bass lullabye from your chest like crisp rain to my aching bones.”

– B

©️ Pearl Bayou 2018

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