She was desire
it drew him into her.
Her everything tied up
in being desireable.
How she could lure him
into whatever shape
she pleased with her desire.
She was queen, the ruler
so long as he succumbed
to desire and she
had made herself his desire.
He felt it arise in his mind.
So quickly his body responded
to her movement
the essence of her smells
and softest fleshyness
of arousal.
How his masculinity
demanded and served
obeying her every need
into a crescendo of.........
....and finished!
Desire? What's that?
She hated him!
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A fine write dusk. Should I meet her?! lol.
She is waiting for you on the beach at Hastings. She loves a hero (but he won't be there) and is looking for a man with a musical dog.
Fido sings too. He knows everything - well 99%. He reads, writes, sings,......!
Good punch line da, it does happen that way sometimes.
Andy
Boom what an ending... like my first marriage
You have to try and pace yourself. Ladies first then together.
'So quickly his body responded
to her movement
the essence of her smells
and softest fleshyness
of arousal.'
a brutally - stark finale, but not all a waste, I suggest
for witness, such impassioned Poetry it helped: Birth..
onwards, then - let those ashes dry regret's - Tears
while you Pave your next adventure from the dirt
of fake-love's tarnished, remnant stutter;
how do you know it was A, fake - love?
because its very legacy is poised, to poison
that hope fuelled - Desired: future
you've yet to realise...
thanks for sharing an enthralling read, dear poet
(and sorry for replying directly, I appreciate the 'him'
was probably just an expression of your creativity
forgive my overzealous nature, yet again: my friend)
having come to such an abrupt and unexpected end .. after such a smooth take off .. I am reminded of the union of opposites .........
and that hate is such a horrid word
... Neville
Hate only a spur of the moment emotion from her for he, sated, no longer was susceptible to wiles of desire. Went out to dig the garden indeed when she wanted to talk credit cards.
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