Her face is flushed … a poem

I received this prompt, “Write a poem. The first line is, ‘Her face is flushed…'”

>Her face is flushed…
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>Dew erupts from every pore
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>Her senses are tingling
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>She is craving more.

>Suffering anticipation
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>How long must she wait
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>Moments from release, not
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>From his patient torture

>Again, he dips his finger in
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>Again, he licks the sweet nectar
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>Again, she thrusts her hips
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>Again almost, yet again denied.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/qmjxtf/her_face_is_flushed_a_poem