Longing

100 words

Biting back a moan, she reached for his memory to once again flood her core. Nails ripping at the sheets, fingers lace the threads until they fray with her grasp. Deep guttural pants, her body covering in a glistening coat, all she can vocalize is screams of passionate desires. Her eyes rolling back, her hips thrust upwards. It’s as though the wind possesses her body. Dangerous cries of need, she starved for the touch of his hands, the beating of his heart, and the whispers of his breath. Her passionate downfall lay crumpled on the sheets—a photograph stained with tears.

A.J. Luna

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