2014 Day 8 – Slippery when wet



Like a lover’s tongue you slide,
Glide over my wet skin
Intoxicating scent
Tingles my senses,
Goes deep,
Under my fingers soft-hard,
Seeking out
Each curve and crevice.
I fall asleep
With your scent lingering
On my warm body.
Drowsy, I reach for you
When I wake – 
But know without a doubt
There will be others
When I have worn you out.


Note: The prompt was to write a love poem for an inanimate object. This is more of a lust poem, but close enough.


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