Trembling trepidation


I would cuss his name
but for the quiver in my voice.
Powerless, bound,
wall holding me,
knees tremble at his touch,
his words.
I blush for my naked skin
it’s translucent hue
weak against his
liquid tone.
I blush at his touch,
his tongue warm, invading.
Hands strong,
I blush.
As my body responds .
I blush.
I would cuss his name
but for the rise in need
that throttles at my
throat, but for his
primal scent
caressing my core,
I would cuss his name
If it was,
that I didn’t want more.

Karen Hayward (c) 2017
Image and words

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

One thought on “Trembling trepidation”

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