they had not connected,
he was on travel,
she was busy and preoccupied
worlds 1000 miles apart – until now.
primal, sweating, intense.
the fury – the fervor
the love making stopped long ago
this night was far deeper
for hours the passion raged non-stop:
he bored it,
he cored it,
every part of her – he explored it.
this was not the night for being a lady:
she clerked it,
she jerked it,
she even overtime worked it.
he couldn’t wait to be home with his baby:
he played it,
he splayed it,
he damn near filleted it.
she missed her man so much:
she made him poke it
she stroked it,
she rode so hard she almost broke it.
he needed all of her so much:
he chilled it,
he sealed it,
he quite near grilled it.
juices flowed everywhere
faces wrenched,
sheets drenched,
bodies clenched
they looked in each other’s eyes
and both said,
damn baby . . .I missed you.
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