tagErotic PoetryNight's Beckoning Finger

Night's Beckoning Finger


I remember that moment
when our breaths collided

skin caressed skin, hands gripped
sheets, hair, anything solid,

anything to help the thrusts deepen.

I remember when the gasps
turned to grunts, when all

we could do was hold on
and ride night's beckoning finger.

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