prosthesis

This morning, when I came, I felt you through my own fingertips, a prosthesis to fill me. I cried out your name.

Then, my heart beating, I craved your kiss. It is then that it always hits me: the need for sex is so easy to satisfy, the scent of your warm skin,  your voice, your words, your breath, your beating heart, your mind–you–impossible to replace.

4 thoughts on “prosthesis

  1. max says:

    nice, very nice.

  2. Cheeky Minx says:

    I adore the way you capture your desire and an erotic complexity with a few chosen words. Utter perfection, Lady D…

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