I sipped jasmine tea, steaming my face,
just as I imagined I’d sip you,
tasting the sweet honey coating your lips.
A swirl of sweet heat running between
our mouths, a tangy warmth found only
here.
Your laughter filled me with
a surprising need to reach over and
pull you to me so I could feel it
against my skin.
I’m not sure what this is,
I haven’t felt a need like this before,
(The yearning for fervor more than a priest in prayer,
to feel your limbs entangled in with mine)
And all I know is that I want to
be your ultimate distraction.
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