Notice of absence from Rev. Lord C.M. Bechard
I may not be around since reality loves to buckle and collapse at the most inconvenient times. I will eventually get back with you, once I conquer whatever is before Me making Me absent. But until then, wish Me luck, for I will need all I may muster.
I may not be around since reality loves to buckle and collapse at the most inconvenient times. I will eventually get back with you, once I conquer whatever is before Me making Me absent. But until then, wish Me luck, for I will need all I may muster.
You leave like a secret,
slow and deliberate,
a whispered promise
traced in the curve of your hip.
I could drown in the rhythm
of your retreat;
each step a verse,
each glance a hook,
pulling me deeper
into the sin of watching you go.
Your dress clings like a confession,
your shadow a silhouette of temptation.
I’m no saint,
but I’ll kneel for the way
you tease the air,
the way you let the door
linger just a breath too long.
Hate to see you go,
but love;
oh, how I love...
to watch you leave.
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Author:
Rev. Lord C.M.Bechard (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Erotic
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Comments1
A passion struck, a siren call nicely written it speaks of magnetic pull and drawn over a cliff but cutting the rope just in time. Well done
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