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Posted by on Apr 24, 2011 in 100 words, Erotic writing | 6 comments

Wake

Your touch wakes me, not from sleep but from a deep, cold isolation.

The years of buried self raised to the surface finger stroke by finger stroke and lip’s kiss by lip’s kiss.

I am bewildered by you, by this and most of all by me.

Who am I?

What is this body that suddenly feels the heat and race of the blood coursing through it.

That hears the pulse of its heart hard in its ears and feels it across extremities, deep organs and secret folds.

Who

Am

I?

After this, what next? What happens after you wake me?

 

Thanks for reading,

Ruby x

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6 Comments

  1. Deeply affecting, Ruby.
    Beautiful.

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    • Thank you Squeaks.

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  2. I love this Ruby – probably my favourite of yours so far! It describes perfectly how my new “squeeze” makes me feel, after years of feeling nothing. Going to email it to him later on.

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    • Thank you Lisa, so glad that you liked it and resonated with you.
      Good luck with the new/old squeeze.
      Ruby

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    • Thank you Lady.

      Reply

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