She lay on the sheets unclothed,
the moonlight delicately caressing her skin.
She shivered at his touch,
the goosebumps sprawling across her body as he worked his way up to her lips,
eager to taste the bittersweet passion that dripped from her lips like red wine.
He looked at her with hungry eyes,
with a fire burning from within.
One would mistake it for lust,
but the surge was far too great to be so.
It was a passion so raw,
a type of intimacy like no other.
Love they had called it,
and love, it most certainly was.
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poetry200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
