slow burn

You glance down at me

brown eyes sipping in

quick looks

anticipation

races down

my

spine

I can’t have you

you can’t have me

but these urges

stir

and simmer

bubbling below the surface

around and crawling

up my thighs

images of lust on hold

A slow burn

of torture

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