Breath on pulse ~

Pure-Lust

In the moment
sated and pure;
animal instinct,
the only lure.
In the moment;
muscles together,
hardness of chin with
sweet salt falling
on back and skin.
Neck seeks mouth –
breath on pulse –
in the moment.

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Poetry: Woman of poems | Art: Samarel
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