TRINA STOLEC CANNOT RESIST (PoetryRepairShop MM.03:028)
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TRINA STOLEC
CANNOT RESIST

(PoetryRepairShop MM.03:031)

Tight jeans hug the cheeks of his ass,
brush with each step he takes.
Make my hands itch
to be woven in that fabric,
feel his muscles slide
against my opened palms.
Pale blue shirt open just far enough
to reveal the sweet fruit
of long hours of sweat.
Makes me hungry
for a nibble
or a bite.
His heat reaches across the room.
Dark eyes meet mine,
glow in the dim light,
flood me
with intense desires.
His lips curve ...
I feel them --
hot against
      my cheek
      my neck
      my breast.

I cannot deny his invitation,
rise and chip the distance
between us.
His fingers brush my cheek,
carry fire to my flesh,
consume me
in his flames.
      The reaper has found
      a new tailor.


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