11. Gulf (A Nonet)

Three thirty AM. Time runs so slow.
I want your tongue sneaking into
the folds of my pleasure trove.
I want my mouth to walk
your mad scarlet talk.
Do as you crave.
But I’ll wait.
Eros –
come.

©2013
Vivien Marie Lopez

NaPoWriMo Day 11
An Erosbound Envelope

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