Fevered Mind

A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.

NSFW

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I grasp- you gasp,

Flesh trembling beneath my palm,

The tone of- your moans,

Make me feel like I am home,

The arch of- your back,

Guided by- the track,

Of kisses that I trace across your form,

Expressing- your need,

For the spurt of- my seed,

Echoed in the ecstatic cries from you I have torn.