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Yearning of Entanglement

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By Miya BanksPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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Subtle hints of Patchouli in the air.

Thoughts of you and I in the bare.

My straps fall softly, I lean in.

Oh, how beautiful when the Sun is on your skin.

Your chocolate swirled musk teases my senses.

In this moment, there is no resisting.

I kiss your lips.

Feeling the breeze, warm, and thick.

Sending chills down my spine.

The only thing in mind, is, your mine.

Your arms wrap around me.

I feel your heat, puts my will, at defeat.

Your hand softly braces my back.

I want to give in, and that’s a fact.

You grip my neck, I surrender.

Sweetly you whisper, not yet.

I’m weakened by your touch.

This yearning is just so much.

Photo Credit: Ron Lach via Pexels

Photo edited by: Miya Banks

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Miya Banks

I'm here to use my words to light a path of wonder, insightful, imaginative, heart-skipping and thought-provoking figurative plots that sweep, drive and plunge you into our alternate worlds. Please enjoy, it's my pleasure.

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