A blind, lusting worm,
I reach through the layers of bedding.
Hungry and heat-seeking,
boneless, fluid.
You have what I want.
Give me your warmth
in a frenzied, headlong dash
through tangled sheets
to bury the hottest part of you
into the hottest part of me.
My muscles will
flex and seize their way
to our mutual, toasty oblivion.
You thrill me!!
That is one beautifully hot come-here!
Mmmm. All of us can think like that but only you can say it…and you say it so well 🙂
Mmm. Toasty Oblivion. A winter weekend morning under the comforter.
I have the image of a wild anmal about to pounce. Hot!