Taste of a Woman

by fyarlgiles

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She is the taste that leaves me withered

and sore

but still

My lips tremble in anticipation of her

I crave endlessly

her porcelain shoulders

slim and flushed

against satin sheets and velvet pillows

devour me

til dawn 

til death

let me

inhale

all that you are

“Hunger” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Pledant:

http://society6.com/pledent/nude-572150_Print

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