Being most of the tactile words devised by Yves for MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Wordle special wordle on words of touch.
She disliked tangibles. Like angular cheekbones. Long waxen raven’s locks.
Malleable legs, sodden with love making, lifting her feverish body up from satin sheets.
Her coarse words as she arched rigid then fell back.
Her bristle smelling of must and lust, aching, desiring.
The prickling of his 4 day beard against the cleft he made between her breasts.
Tangibles, barbed like pumice, to rub her heart raw.