tagErotic PoetryNot in California II

Not in California II

bySyndra Lynn©

I miss you.

I miss teeth on my nipples,
fingertips dipping
gently into damp
drawn by desire.

I miss my breath catching sharply,
yours burning my neck.

I miss hands around my waist
pulling my hips onto yours.

I miss cock stuffed cunt
deep enough to tickle
the back of my throat.

I miss your energy just fucking the hell out of mine
until the spinning of the cosmos reels
through screams that make neighbors wonder.

I miss the taste of leaked come licked
off your belly.

I miss the weight
of sated desires
drawing me toward dreams.

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