Flush

Back to the sheets...
Eyes to the sky...
She drenches herself in doubt and conformity
Always attached, like the bridge that connects two mountains,
Always devoid of the sensation of looking into his eyes
She stays close, but with a hovering distance
Trembling bodies, two minds, molded to each other
Connected by...
The eternal infinity that binds the two
Unwritten solitude of sweet pea and peony
She lay warm as the brazen sun
Caramel and sweet apple pie squirt from the flavors of her mind...
From the tip of her tongue
Dripping to the depths of her throat,
She swallows every drop of loneliness and hope
And if he were close enough, she would part the Red Sea
To desire, is to feel his hands all over her body
To love, is to imagine dancing with him on the Bimini trail
Flush with lucidity
Swirling and dipping under the waters of illusion
Apprehension drives her fucking crazy!
She yearns for kisses on her neck
And to be bent with the exact intent of a mad scientist
Probing and speculating...
Theorizing and hypothesizing...
She wants his dick to grow inside of her like a specimen in a petri dish
Traveling to the forbidden island,
Her soft legs slide through the sheets and her nipples peak,
The music box plays a sweet rhyme
She can't seem to erase him from the eclectic, delicious divides of her mind
She imagines a fairytale ending as she slides her panties down her ripened vines
Her Blvgari fragrance permeates through the air
The scent of tea rose and honey...
The aroma of sweet pussy...
She reaches deep inside herself for the words to express how her body demands for his closeness
Fingering through the suppleness of her imagination...
She twirks and tweeks the tingling sensation of lush and vibrant to a tee
Fingering herself into oblivion...
She dreams of how she wants her legs to be spread all apart
To be flush, is to be intertwined with the most divine, intricate, sexual work of art
And how bad she wants this dream character to be
Be,... while he digs and pushes so deep inside of her
Be,... so deep that he can touch the ventricles of her heart
Aligning himself with the walls that make his demeanor rise,..
She lets out a serendipitous cry!
Blooming with fluidity, she rolls over on her stomach and braces herself for the affectionate ride
Her skin is flush with the thought that he was just right here beside her,
But not really...
Flush, with vigorance,
Flush, with release and an eerie kinda peace...
Flush, out of aggravation that figurative dream character was never really there when she needed him to be...
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