Connect.

The rush I get at the thought of you,

Sliding your fingers down the length of my spine.

If only you knew the joy that explodes through every blood vessel,

At the mere sight of your eyes.

That magnetic force,

Between tender lips and our aching skin.

That supple warmth between the sheets

Where thighs lay interlaced,

And divinity has new meaning again.

The eternal gypsy needs no home,

Other than the one, your arms can provide.

So take her quickly, to devour and heal,

She’s the one you’ll need, to learn to breathe.

-Ramona Arena 2014.

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