Hint of His Scent
The hint of his scent invited me to enter
a forbidden door, running male fingers along
the fabric of my back…silhouettes melt
on the wall; jealous stars drift afar as
moonlight trails along with heaving sighs.
And my cheery lips heat beyond eyes
smoldering in flickers of candles lit,
just there, I wished the fire of breath
had more power over my bare heart
to reject a desire to follow lure's command
when temptation dares me to accede.
Regina Riddle's Rejection Contest
by nette onclaud
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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