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)