Love Divided And Conquered
I yearn to love you with and by all "Loves'" standards of honor and glory.
Yet I am weakened by the power of lust. Love, for all its values of
magnificence and admiration float away on the wings of my essence
at the brush of your whisper against my neck; thus, impelling me,
binding me to your every command.
Weakened by your vigorous seduction, I am willfully subdued, and now,
I only exist for your fervent touch; your heated embrace, your
thunderous thrust and the promise of recurring ecstasy. Lost in
space and purpose I clinch you with both extremities, reluctant to
acknowledge the passing moment that awaits.
Unable to steady my breath against the rapid tides of pleasure
I am rocked until the flows abate unto a shore of calm and yielding quietness... I wait... I exhale... I am
Copyright © Niyna DeSangre | Year Posted 2019
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