Jessy Liz

Writhe - Poem by Jessy Liz

Touch, sweat, sigh
Fingers race against my thighs
Inhale, exhale, high
Nails tracing down your spine

Twist, pulse, heat
Skin to skin we meet
Writhe, lust, lead
Sin between the sheets

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 6, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 13, 2011

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