Friday Poem by L. K. Thayer

Friday



I ache for your
touch
the need to
devour
and be
devoured
slow and hard
and gentle
wanting the full
weight of you
on me

my legs and
thighs
and breasts
up against
the size of
you
drinking
each
other in

manhandle
me
squeeze the life
into me
come
and let me
swallow
you
whole

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L. K. Thayer

L. K. Thayer

Fargo, North Dakota
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