Fallen Woman

February 4, 2017 § Leave a comment

 

For him a decade long quest
For her a forbidden pleasure
Collided to consume in desire.
Tongue, touch and taste scorching trails
A bite a blaze, a nip, a tug,
Rythm of gasps and wondrous eyes.

The furry coat, she eagerly wore
Of sweaty skin, she wanted more
Tongues that clashed told a hundred tales
In whispers and moans and all but words
The earth didn’t shatter but it touched her soul
That had never been touched so before.

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