courtneycooper

Taken

A spark runs through the tip in a purple lightening vine;

Writing stories with his lips as he traces down her spine;

A jolt brings her back afloat as his hand is laced with hair;

His brother grips her throat, handcuffing warm air;

The fastening confinement, unwraps her trepidation;

But with his hands resignment, begs for more with desperation.