Sensory

.
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You like that don’t you?

It wasn’t a question.

The scent of them
Permeates the air.

Their ragged breaths
Ripping
The silence.

Her hot naked back
Shoved
Onto the cool rough wall.

Tasting her
Wetness
On his lips.

Eyes wide open
In the stark pitch black.

She answers anyway.

Yes sir, please!

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dVerse ~ Poets Pub
dVerse Meeting the Bar: Imagism

42 thoughts on “Sensory

  1. I’m shivering….. damn …. you made me hot and amorous in one go…..

    This poem was written SO WELL… the picture was vivid, the emotions and sensuality on point…

    *breathing hard*

    I love it…..

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