She stood at the mirror as I walked in,
Her look, smoldering,
Blistering… pure sin,
Layered in satin, silk and lace,
Fingertips explore, her lips to trace,
She turned on a heel,
With a sensuous spin,
Reflexes stir as I rose to greet,
Obsidean eyes met mine,
Tonight, IN we would dine....
~Veritas.…
5 comments:
Love reading your blog, puts a smile and my face,always:)
What a great post. Obsidian is so full of meaning.
very sensual words, and love the image of him taking his property to do with as he pleases
Apparently I deleted a comment by accident! It was actually a fairly nice comment about the imagery in the post. Unfortunately, I can't bring it back!
~V
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