In a gown she was, of crimson red,
Hundreds of souls around her swayed.
Sight so blurry, neon lights flared;
Stopped and sighed, in a corner, she stayed.
Her eyes met with ones so dead,
Demeanor spilling a sense of dread.
Locked with hers, hard to be escaped ;
Slowly losing the games they played.
Lifeless yet with desire they gazed,
Searing into her core, they blazed.
Intense and firm, those eyes ensnared;
Her body on fire, to look away, they dared.
Approaching her, she wasn't prepared;
Took everything from her, nothing, he spared!
Feeling his breath, for more she craved;
A seed he sowed, the garden he paved.
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Author:
novaa (
Offline) - Published: October 7th, 2023 09:39
- Category: Erotic
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Comments3
Intense and painful...a woman trapped in a man's world..
It's an inevitable reality.... Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
Beautiful... This is actually a reality.
Thankyou for the appreciation!
A poem of insight, delivered in extraordinary verse. A man's world because they can make it so. Do they fear the true power of woman, I wonder?
All this dominance, yet a woman falls for the enticements. Appreciate your time and thoughts. Thank you!
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