Temptation is nothing more than promiscuous intent, dancing off the tongue of a forbidden lover~
Unbind my chains and release my flesh to entwine me with your kisses which bind. Search out my urgency of secret tears, which rain forth from my readied vine. Swim within my scent of a garden pure- and replenish my harvest, forgotten -For these are the moments when lust learns of love, to inhale the beauty of ancient blossoms.
Anticipation is the servant of need, a necessity tasted before the storm. This amorous cup can only be held, by the master who dares to implore.
A touch which sweeps across the horizon of a meadow untouched, yet lays in wait -is the very breath captured within a breeze so warm and sweet, that surrenders my earth with haste.
Fall upon my unclaimed splendor, and bring forth my desire to her knees -so I shall ravish the seduction of your name, and taste of temptations' release!
Remember not my whispered name, nor my eyes which held your reason. For I have flo...