So Susceptible

All-consuming…

Utter urgency,
Burning desire to touch,
To feel,
To taste…

Seemingly simple,
But so much more complex,

Passion’s mystery,
Teasing.

Your whispers,
My whispers,
Elegantly entwined,
Love’s novel resulting,
Publishing awaits…

Begging to be read.

Deep depth of need,
More than pure heat,
Beyond culmination,
Foundation of forever,

Mutual dreams
Of rich rapture,
Perfected.

All these thoughts,
My thoughts…

So surely,
Surely
You sense
My desire,
To please.

My quest
To hold…

My pledge
To love…

Just one,

Just

You.

Each word
From your lips.

Each feathered caress,

Bare skin
On bare skin,

Exposes me more,

So joyously weak,

So aching for us…

Undeniably susceptible,

Susceptible

To you.

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

22 thoughts on “So Susceptible

  1. the mysteries of passion are intricate yet so simple, something bare skin conveys better than words, but we thirst for words, and you quench that thirst. A beautiful pairing of senses Bill, touch and desire, words and caresses. a sweet read on a lovely morning.

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