I Dream of Frost
by TK Turner
Melt me down with your gaze
and frost trickles down my thighs
the pounding in my breasts
tempts my temperature to rise.
Sliding frosted fingers
into my hungry mouth,
our bodies grind together
in my mental theater house,
where fingers play catch-up
with greedy, roaming eyes,
where storms of breathless kisses,
go racing in my mind.
An erotic movie,
with sticky-sweet perfume
is driving me so crazy
I don't know what I should do!
It must've been a film
I dreamt the night before
as I gasp myself awake
to the trumpet of your snore.
And as I lay in bed
deeply wounded by my loss,
you snuggle up to me
and I dream again of frost.
About TK Turner:
TK Turner is a psychology student who works as an advocate for victims of
domestic violence and sexual abuse. She writes (and blogs) to raise
awareness for mental illness at littleepisodes.org. She has been published
in the eighth edition of the Monsters Next Door and in the fifth edition of
Silverblade magazine. She hopes to write part-time after graduating. Email
her at: tkturner.writer@gmail.com
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