i’m yours.

I know
You hear my thoughts
Touch me, kiss me, taste me
Drown me in the sweet attention
I crave

neck-kiss

I sigh
Whispers tease me
Your hot breath on my neck
Every part of me on fire and
I melt

swash.

© what sandra thinks
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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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20 Responses to i’m yours.

  1. Eric says:

    Wow…. 🙂

    Liked by 2 people

  2. The V Pub says:

    The heat was just raised a notch! So hot!

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Meg Sorick says:

    Yep! Phew! 😀

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Tony Burgess says:

    I could go for a cold beverage now.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Phew, fanning myself here!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. mandibelle16 says:

    Beautiful no sexy. She wants a certain type of attention for sure. But Ialso think she wants him to notice her and pay attention to her generally speaking as well as sexually. Lovely piece.

    Liked by 1 person

  7. stephieann8 says:

    Hot

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Miriam says:

    Perfect post, right before bed. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  9. Phew! Hot stuff! 😃

    Liked by 1 person

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