Denied

Denied the lips

who whispered desires

making her squirm

bereft of his woodsy floral scent

reeling her own senses

lying without warm hands

talking over her body

parched tongue

longing for golden taste

of his essence

elixir needed to stay alive

eyes teared and blurry

unable to see any future

in a room

where she lay alone

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©️MidwestFantasy

10/05/2018

Ph-

(Day 5 of #OctPoWriMo theme Denied)

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