Tuesday, 15 February 2011

Illusion

Soft creak of leather, all the better,
a scratch of lace, with first embrace,

Quick glimpse of skin, drawing him in,
her perfume warm, his senses storm,

Her is voice low, taking it slow,
she see a light, no time to fight,

Alone in the dark, with pounding heart,
Yearning for more, he turned from the door.

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