Her…

Lying here…
Images of her…
Her face…
Buried between my thighs…
Her hands…
Gripping my hips…
Her tongue…
Lapping up…
The wetness she caused…
Effortlessly…
I can feel my clit begin to swell…
And my juices to overflow…
As I recall her…
Behind me…
My face smothered…
In the pillows…
Her body…
Pressing into mine…
Her breath…
On my neck…
I want to feel her…
Again…
Her tongue…
Deep inside my mouth…
As I whimper in torment…
Her fingers…
Exploring my insides…
The memories of the intense explosions she caused…
Are so fresh…
They feel like déjà vu…
Her intoxicating scent…
Still lingers…
In my bed…
And each night…
As I lay down to sleep…
I can still…
Feel ‘her’

Vanessa xoxo

  1. ok this piece right here…. took me back to her. I try not to go there, but it was a nice trip this time… thanks.

  2. This made me…remember. I went off into a nice flashback.
    SweetT

  3. Wow! Absolutely incredible. I have not read poetry as vivid and pulsing as this is in a very long time.
    The ‘collected works’ will be published some day; perhaps? I look forward to having such a book.

  4. Love the way you write lady, you always get me from beginning to end!! beautifully written!!! :)

  5. It’s all about the details and you never let us down when explaining all the juicy tidbits. Loved it.

  6. wow…(as i wipe the drool from my chin) very expressive-had me squirming in my seat.

    SW

  7. Wow I loved it & can remember being right where you were, & it still lingers :-)

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