Sunday, May 3, 2020

Typed | Wanted

“Why did you leave when you knew you were wanted? Gone. Always gone & your coming home isn’t happening quick enough. This want of you. This need of you. This ache for you consumes me. The passion like fire running through my veins. My body throbs at the mere thought of your touch. Your breath against my neck as your fingers trail down my spine. All I can think about is that moment when you consume me, throbbing against my ache. The build up. The anticipation. That first puddle forms.” ~ Erin Rose… WIP..  potential excerpt from The Traitors Tartan Part 2


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Detroit based writer of poetic prose, quotes, thoughts, and sometimes, dirty things.