My Craving... Poetry by Lori King

Love isn’t enough,

in the darkest hour of night.

I crave passion and fire,

the freefall of orgasmic flight.

I crave strong arms around me,

holding me close.

Lips pressed against mine,

when I need it the most.

You can’t be what I need;

if I don’t know what I want.

You can’t win a battle,

that you never even fought.

Not perfection.

Not sublime.

Just someone to say,

Mine.

~Lori~

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