II Senses IX: Bed Post


Your bed post
turns slippery
and a bit harder
to grip
as I hold on to it
You squeeze
my hungry body,
and I could feel
your lips
slightly parted
just above my nape,
you plant
a small kiss
making my knees
— your way
to warn me
not to move
a single inch
I remain static
in my position,
only for me
to realize
I am alone with
my thoughts
of you
and your bed post.

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