Saturday, 21 November 2015


He ran his fingers
in places where darkness grew
passion fulfillment 
heart pounding lust

Blood thirsty
shadows put on a show
of the forbidden
a room full of sin

Breathless nothing
turning away
silence of despair
arousal is in the air

Eyes that invite
one another into the den
what happened before
what happened then

Sensual evocative thoughts
evoke mystery
chained in illusion
not wanting to jump
to the wrong conclusion

Laid there
everything bare
feasting on the fruits
of the forbidden

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