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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Moorman Avatar
November 1, 2019 at 7:22 AM
My thoughts must remain with me until you read the Soup mail I might send once I gather my wits.
Chiri Avatar
November 1, 2019 at 7:46 AM
Lol ok then I will wait to read! Thanks Curtis!;)
Ink-U-Script Avatar
October 30, 2019 at 6:57 AM
Wishing you could see my facial expression. I can’t even say what I was thinking in this comment section...hahaha. But da...n, you’re motivating me to pick up the pen.
Chiri Avatar
October 30, 2019 at 8:22 AM
Wish you would pick up that pen and show me what you got)
Chiri Avatar
October 30, 2019 at 7:28 AM
Ahhh inspired are you? Well put that magic pen to pager and tell me all these things in a poem if you like I k now I would;) ! Lol you really are too kind and trust and believe I don't find many interesting st all??Smile because I am really big about right now!;)
Chiri Avatar
October 29, 2019 at 2:28 AM
Hahaha Gershon you have me rolling on the floor here in laughter! Lol thank you so much!:)
Wolf Avatar
October 28, 2019 at 7:51 PM
No 'pillow talk' for her, eh?!… Seriously, this poem's a bit too hot for me to handle. I'm taking a cold shower right now! OMG (Old Man Gershon) LOL. :-)
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