I missed you.

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I missed you.

I have missed you
I fought time to find time
for you
I escaped, no, I ran away
from everything else
in my world
I locked the door
I moved slowly… quietly
oh, if discovered
that would be awkward
yet enticing
maybe I want
to be discovered…
lying back
on smooth sheets
and soft pillows
I closed my eyes
and I found you
warm fingers
glided over my skin
around curves and caves
I panted… sighed… moaned…
dirty words
and rocking hips.
I begged for you…
harder… faster… deeper…
until the waves crashed…
while the waves crashed…
one… two… three… four…
I lost count
and I lost breath
keep the door locked
oh… I missed you

heart.

© what sandra thinks

About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes 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 Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. 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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19 Responses to I missed you.

  1. VictoryInTrouble says:

    Just the right amount of sex and longing to be truly beautiful. ❤️

    Liked by 3 people

  2. The V Pub says:

    So sultry and delicate. Well done, Sandra!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Meg Sorick says:

    Superb! Fabulous writing, Sandra!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Mahared Wynn says:

    Mm mm, nice!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. This is what I’m talking about. You eloquently take us “there” to swim among the waves. Love this.

    Liked by 1 person

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