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The Witching Hour
By Qurious
I wait for you
while you dodge and dance
Always just slightly out of reach
I am inpatient
My desire for you palpable
Wanting, yearning
I lay expectantly on sheets of the finest cotton
Warm, supple, anticipating your arrival
Biding my time until you show your face
I close my eyes,
Breathing shallow and slow
Feeling the linens caress my skin
Body melting into the bed
It heats while I bide my time
Becoming slick with perspiration and want
You linger in the darkness
Watching me, knowing I want you so badly
Please come to me
I long for the blissful fullness you provide
The floating ecstacy that you bring
The languid lethargy I crave
Coveting the supine oblivion that eludes me
I need you
I can't go on without you
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Copyright 2009 Qurious
Published on Tuesday, December 15, 2009.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
there is craft in these words... something beckons, the soft seduction, the mature reflection, this gives desire a tangible sensuality and turns longing into excitement, into anticipation.........
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