premonition

after the particulars,

a gasp,

a moment of silence

and then another sigh,

and all the lights are righteously off

sharply, quiet

audiblization of teeth snapping together,

tinkering with

the wrestle of a moaning jaw

strongly grinding ivory flower against itself,

tickling a vanilla marble

thigh,

when a fury blanket

overcomes

and a sweet pair of lips

create the

sleepy nighttime curl up

everywhere

stops

to

witness

this

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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