I am craving
he breathes in my ear…
and suddenly I’m lost
and there are no trails
through the tangles
each inhalation an ache
an indulgent shudder
and every exhalation
a reckless invocation
his whispers
twist around me
wisteria words twining
gauntlets and corselette
of fragrant vine
I turn to taste them
inhale the sun-soaked scent
and sample their exquisite
honeysuckle nectar...
I am craving
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