Anika Hickman

Too Long

It has been too long since you were inside me.

Images flicker in my brain: sweat on skin
Licking, pinching, biting
legs askew,
moans pressing against the ceiling,
my liquid backbone pooling on clean sheets.

I breathe,
pulling air deep inside
pushing against the constraints of my clothing

wishing it was you that was here to push against.
Tendrils of you curl away like the smoke of a dying blaze
I grasp at nothing.

Busy fingers in the dark.
Wanting thrums a steady beat in my head

as I try to touch the places that are yours

With a sigh
I cover myself with black lace and suck on sticky fingers,

On my belly now.
Sleep awaits.

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