I ache for you; like fire beneath skin,
your name
a pulse beating against my ribs.
Keep me in your pocket,
close enough to feel me burn.
I crave your breath,
your nearness,
your gravity— until every nerve
remembers the shape of wanting you.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Posted for Quadrille #257: A Pocket in your Poems @dVerse Pub
15 Responses
Whew!!!! I can feel the reader’s pluse increasing — whew! Queen of romance, indeed!
Thank you so much, Lillian 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
This is steamy, Sanaa. So well done.
Thank you so much, De 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
(and thank you for the lovely prompt) 🍷
Sizzlin hot, Sanaa!
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so glad the poem spoke to you 💄❤️
Wow, Sanaa! Only you could make a pocket erotic! I love the thought of a name as a pulse beating against one’s ribs.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
What a hot love poem Sanaa! amazing imagery and you pulled me right in with your amazing “pulse beating against my ribs.” line. Beautiful! 💛
Thank you so much, Cara 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Hot hot hot
Much love
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Much love back 🌸
Sizzling hot, Sanaa! 💙
“Keep me in your pocket,
close enough to feel me burn.”
yowza hot stuff!
so hot Sanaa – great quadrille 🔥