NOT I

by Karen Colohan

Want. Need. Possess. The vocabulary of lust, learned from Lex and very much taken to heart. He's my whole focus now, each sense awakened, all that's craved and loved.

My eyes devour the smooth face and body. He's so perfect to me and my hands reach to trace the lean frame. Wordless moans and gasps greet each touch and my ears are tuned to every sound. Next, my mouth follows the same path, possessed of the need to taste, the tang of sweat sweet on my tongue. Pressed close, every breath bears the scent of sex, marks Lex as home.


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