Smite with looks of mischief…
shiver in naked abandon
who cares less than me?
the rhythm of pulse, beneath
that shivering skin, colors
your cheeks, the sounds
in lustful torment
either way
soon, things will change
*
these silk ribbons
ties back your hair
such fancy and flair
around your collar
sits silent and waiting
*
a tip of a tongue
may turn the lick
into another split
will you follow?
*
steps lightly
into ropes
feathers
embrace
inside
Fri vers (Fri form)
av Nightngale
Publicerad 2017-12-14 21:15