For this installment of Sexy Sunday, I decided to be self-indulgent (because it's my blog and I can!) and share a piece of my own erotic poetry with you. I hope you enjoy it! I would be so grateful for your feedback in the comments section below this post. Writing is such an isolated art form - your interaction keeps me going. And pretty please, don't forget to subscribe (→). I thank you in advance. 
*THE FOLLOWING MATERIAL IS NOT RATED PG-13
AND IS INTENDED FOR MATURE ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY.*
l'Italia
An erotic poem by Deliza Rafferty
awakening
seven hours later
his aroma lingers on her skin
in her hair
between her thighs
mingled nectars
evaporated
imprinted on her sheets
still
she tastes him on her tongue
her lips
her fingertips
rolling over
an ache within her core
remembering him
with every move
feeling his ghost
his mark
pulsing
for the memory of it
hooked upon him
impaled to her womb
helpless
the fullness
completed
owned
langorous, melancholy smile
still
she hears his voice
lilting, musical
his breath against her ear
spine tingle
lo senti, bella?
do you feel it?
...yes...god, yes...
ti piace, bella? è buono?
do you like it? is it good?
...sweet jesus, yes...
dimmi...mi pregare...
tell me...beg me...
...pleeeeeeaaaase...
oh god...prenderlo...take it...
remember me...
her eyes open
skin flushed
nipples straining
bud hums
walls contract
but the emptiness there...
the nothingness...
catch in her throat
Forever Gone.
Forever Remembered.
Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed my poem, maybe you'll enjoy the short story/novella series I'm currently writing, The Savannah Rossi Chronicles, as well. There are four volumes available so far (volume five coming soon). I hope you'll check them out. ♥
Vivid. Evocative.
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