Dripping With Wishes

The rough skin of your hands
Sliding up my thighs
A rainstorm of kisses
Drowning every peak and valley
In heated sheets
Leaving steam rising from my skin

My hair wrapped through your knuckles
Silken and strained
Leashed by your power
Curving my back
Until your lips meet my ear
You like that, my little slut?

The sliding and pounding
Slapping of skin
You tease and I beg
Whimper and sigh beneath
Your tongue
Between your lips

Lust and love found
More so in the less frantic moments
The sounds of silence
Filled with our fragile hope
The desire we cling to
Drips with wishes for happiness

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