Poetic Body (A Flash Fiction)

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Here, now, with our skins touching—kissing for a friction. Explosions rushing to its climax with beads of sweats raining. The excited breaths furiously escaping from our heated mouths. All lips were swollen; eyes were rolling for paradise. Everything that had died seemed to be revived.

After finally soaring above the highest peak, I toyed her velvety skin with my fingers. We were facing the bright, white moon—I was holding her tight; her back was meeting my hard chest.

“I lost my poetry.” I grunted out.

“Where did it go?” Huskiness reigned over her voice.

“I don’t know.”

“Have you found it?”

Vanilla mixed with a slight spice scent aroused my nostrils as I inhaled her bare body. I closed my eyes and grinned—I heard her sigh, then. “I didn’t let it go, anyway.” I said.


if you ever need someone to talk to, i can be here for you.

let me hold your words before you leave;

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