Writhe
Touch, sweat, sigh
Fingers race against my thighs
Inhale, exhale, high
Nails tracing down your spine
Twist, pulse, heat
Skin to skin we meet
Writhe, lust, lead
Sin between the sheets
poem by Jessy Liz
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