Like water droplets dripping onto a parched tongue
Grabbing onto limbs and sides
A lick
An urgency, an uphill battle, a gasp of air
A caress
Once furious hands grope tantalizing flesh
A moan
Winding hair wrapped in curious fingers
A need, not a want
A thirst, perhaps a hunger
A drought of delicious sin
Eager bodies seek places to nest
A resolution, a fever falling, a bittersweet distraction
A fight of the flesh now over
Resentment trails, inferior motives yeild
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Preservation
PoetryPoetry Collection on preservering in love, sorrow, trauma, and desire
