Linger
it is symbiotic
this need
giving and taking
letting desires unfurl naturally
without agenda or design
words left to linger in thoughts
accelerant to dreams
where lust is rough
and thorough
as he bends me over his desk
my dress bunched up around my waist
his hand upon the small of my back
I feel the press of the wood against my belly
and the press of him against my thighs
my body is on fire
every nerve ending alive and firing
there is tenderness
but in moments such as these
when need is raw and powerful
he shows me just how he craves me
what he can give me
and with it
how my body aches
for all that he is
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