In the quiet space between us,
heat lingers; heavy and elusive, like a whispered secret.
Bodies draw closer,
no words needed.
The air, thick with promises that can never be made.
Just the pulse of proximity;
a raw magnetism that hums.
Beckoning,
until restraint crumbles
beneath the weight of desire.
By Sarah ©2024
Sammi Scribbles:
Weekend Writing Prompt, #391 – vicinity (50 words)

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🙌 From Hot and Bothered of Yorkshire…
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🙌🏻 lol 😆
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Very erotic, Sarah!
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