Sexual Musings :: Bones

Sexual Musings :: Bones

You’re a slow burn, strip-me-down-to-my-bones kind of lover. Linen hands and a rough mouth – a voice edged with rippling fire beneath black quartz. Your shadow clinging to the hummingbird pulse beating at my throat, with the words we whisper, in every Stygian hallway we trespass. Burning hands scouring skin, leaving velvet smoke and ragged breaths in their wake.

©️ Pearl Bayou 2018

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