When We Met -Nightime Musing-
It was her scent.
Soul, instantly rent.
Craving I could not resist.
A mix. Showered, skin sun kissed.
I stood with hand extended.
Engender nerve to be mended.
She pulled to embrace.
Gentle kiss brushing face.
No other, since.
Skin to skin that intense.
Lustier, bustier, smart and coy.
I believe I'll turn to wake my joy.
-Angel Fatale-
-contest entry "Nightime Musing"
Copyright © Ryan Tyler | Year Posted 2015
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