Oh, how it is roused

My body doesn’t work without you.

It won’t rise. It won’t rest.

It can’t feel, without you inside.

Oh, but how it is roused

And roused again

Upon your warm and wanton return.



8 thoughts on “Oh, how it is roused

  1. This is quite beautiful…once again beautifully written . I can almost hear your breaths increase in anticipation. I think put this in audio Eugene . Bella 💐 xxx

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