Taken

courtneycooper

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.

  • Author: courtneycooper (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 1st, 2021 04:31
  • Category: Erotic
  • Views: 17
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