Can you feel the sting
of my nails down your chest,
the way you fit me just right?
Can you feel me like I feel you,
overwhelming my senses
and erasing all my scars?

© Sarah Doughty


13 thoughts on “Stinger”

  1. I love this sense of emotional cleansing with a side of fear, which is all too real for most instances. I also like the symmetry in the line structure, reflecting physicality with the emotional/mental consequences. Clever writing, great stuff 🙂

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      1. You’re preaching to the choir sister! I couldn’t agree with you more. I’ve always been of the mind that the whole point of a romantic encounter, is that “both” individuals obtain “a gratifying end.” And I should be mindful of the fact that a women’s path to reach it, is not so much the act itself. But the time and effort spent to reach it.

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      2. Exactly. You’re right on point. Sometimes it’s not so much about being mindful, but just not rushing towards the end. When both are invested in the moment, nothing else matters.

        And you can say orgasm or even come. That’s the extent I’ll go in my writing. For the longer, more descriptive scenes of write, it’s sort of the same thing. You know exactly what’s going on without me having to put vulgar labels on certain parts of anatomy. It’s hard to describe. 😆😆 But, really, thank you. I’m happy you liked this one.

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