Seconds take hours,

Knots bind in my belly.

I distract myself with this and that,

Fluff and nonsense.

Kitten things.

But memories linger and sometimes shout.

Words, fingers, lips,

your belt.

Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain.

A duet so carefully crafted,


Time is all that separates us.

I anticipate. Yearn. And wait.

I’m flushed.



A super lame poem by Kitt Wolf

Wicked Wednesday

This silly poem was written in response to Wicked Wednesday. She always has the best prompts and keeps me writing.

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