Manipulation (Adult – NC17)
I reach for a velvet hand
concealed in a suede impostor
batteries at the ready
Begging for release
hidden deep within the
vaginal walls of complacency
Longing replaced with cold
empty thoughts of writhing
bodies sweat soaked
A moan escapes aloud
unbidden guests enter
warm dark spaces
Approaching the ledge
stopping to glance down
at the swelling flesh
Release is not sweet orgasm
nor cherished treasure
it reeks of solitude
A Thought For Every Word
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