Warmth of the Cold
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The coldness of the morning draws me closer to you.
Finding my place in the bend of your arm,
Nestled into your chest, taking in your smells, warmness.
Lips intertwined,
Hands wondering,
Searching for my hot spots,
My moans tell you when you are there.
Open me to receive you.
Give me all that you have.
I am melting, turning into a puddle of wetness here in our bed.
Your mouth drags across my skin, taste me my love
I have so much to give,
I can tell how eager you are for all of it.
Body tense,
Teeth clenched,
My hands gripped tightly to the sheets.
“C*m for me baby” you whisper,
And I happily oblige.
© Andreea Prusky
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A great activity on a cold frigid morning...stay in bed and the warmth of your poetry :)
this is a beautifull poem all about passion.
I want to come back again and again, to feel the warmth and the pleasure.
Your ability to express raw passion and immerse the reader inside the emotions is fierce. Great courage to be so forthright in the writing, this goes for the previous two publish as well.
It is still as good as the 1st time I read it MMD.
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Sensual, soothing and passionate. Well written and emotional. I love this! Voted awesome and beautiful
wow!¨! amazingly written
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Wish they had a "hot" button....!
I wish there was a "juicy" button. LOL. I am enjoying your amazing hubs. :)
Wow, the more I read, the more I like! Oh no! :)
Great and Beautiful!
you looking so gorgeous nd sexy looking nd if u open ur hair nd u totally naked u make feel so badly to other guys
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MichelleA2011 Level 1 Commenter 8 months ago
beautifully written. If captures the passion and love one feels in that moment wonderfully.