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Sunday, October 25, 2015

The scent




Nothing more


You lay there
With that look upon
Your face
And I left
With a lingering
Taste
On my lips
And the sent
Of sex in the air
Like a cat
Feline stretch
Content
Not I though
For me was but a taste
I'm a wreck
A waste
And I left
Needing more
And more
And more
Please Now I have need
Nothing more


Chris McQueeney ©2015


The Mag

15 comments:

DEE DEE said...

Lovely take on the picture

Berowne said...

Sharp, incisive, impressive...

brudberg said...

Delicious and stark...

Elena Sands said...

Nice write. I felt the need, the want. Emotions come through well.

Kathleen said...

Those obsessions, yes?

Bekkie Sanchez said...

She does have one of "those kinds of faces" so angel like.

Noirfifre said...

Ah ha, a similar interpretation. She is content for now, you can continue the journey (I am sure).

Kutamun said...

Burrowed into his soul, it seems . Best to stay with ones body

Tess Kincaid said...

Delicious...

Gail said...

Sensual

Sandra said...

yes...sensual atmosphere!

Karen S. said...

Meow! Purr...purr!

The Blog of Bee said...

I love the honesty.

Ankita said...

very sensual! <3

Theresa Milstein said...

Such a nice rhythm. My favorite part:
Like a cat
Feline stretch
Content