Weight of Words

Awakened

He'd ignite her fire just to watch the flame.
His fingertips traced her curves like if he missed an inch, it could cause him the deepest pain.

His touch soft, but unwavering.
Her breathy moans, he found worth savoring.

Her body presses back into his.
Acting as both invitation and acceptance of his demands.

In her kiss she held a thousand words for him.
She'd hoped he'd take them one by one.

Her hands swimming across the sea of sheets,
Until the shore of his body they would meet.

She touched him like he was poetry.
The unspoken words becoming the greatest masterpiece.

Even if she could have him for one night only,
it would be a type of passion she never knew existed with the man she never saw coming.

Burn baby burn...
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