Lost
in the nape of your neck
the curve of your hip
breathing deeply your scent

taken to new heights
that familiar tingling

you stop
I whimper
back arching
intense longing
basinc need
complete submission

I am yours now

Speak to me
I am your now
tell me what your heart wants

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If you won't listen to reason, there's always... Towanda!... Kathy Bates~Fried Green Tomatoes