Scorched
The autumn wind blew,
The flimsy curtain on your window.
Its chilling tendrils,
Kissed our exposed skins.
My back against the sheets,
You pinned my arms on the soft silk.
Your eyes bore holes,
Onto my bare, vulnerable soul.
A threat to break free,
An anxious, silent plea.
My sweet permission,
For your burning passion.
A desire granted,
My body had always wanted.
A shower of passionate kisses,
Your unforgiving caress.
Arousal lit an open torch,
Left our hearts scorched.
November 29, 2020
10:33AM