His lips at my ear
warm breath of cloves along neck
hot hands warm cold buns
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Comments (11)
I love how you captured so much feeling in just three short lines.
Downright delightful! Happy New Year Andrea! 🥳
Love it!
Nice images. Loving!
Loved this, Andi! Hot hands warm cold buns is a great finale!
Nicely provocative. Well done, Andrea!
Loved this one so much. You packed a lot of feeling and visualisation into a haiku. Very hard to do. Well done, Andrea.
Oooh. Love this. Saucy but not crass take. Well done Andi
Hahahahahahahaha I didn't think that was the buns you're talking about!
Wonderfully erotically warm, Andi!
Great Haiku, Andrea. - Warm cold buns indeed! Nicely Done