Nightly Reality
She stood before him in all her
glory, an image he couldnt
nor did he want to erase
Skin touched felt on fire
consumed by her offer
arresting his attention
Imprisoning his lust
Open mouthed not to protest
her love but to ingest her
soft dew soaked petals
of a pink colored rose
If this was his prison he'd gladly
do life, for it was feeling more like
his heaven making his love grow
Silk and lace held him tight
Pillows stifled her cries
bringing him to his knees
with tricks she used so freely
from dust to dawn they played
Living this fantasy one others
only dreamt off yet to
them was no dream
but their nightly reality
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