Bursts of ecstatic magic, like giving sweet Spring kisses in the rain,
Fills her to the core as she hears her name slip out from between parched lips.
A willing, a longing, of being wound and locked in tight chains of love.
Be there a lock, but no key to irritate the bond nor aggravate the passion.
His thirst, unquenched, rises flesh of the goose and a hunger unfed,
Warms her blood, wets her hands, churns a cauldron deep within.
Who proclaims this as Sin?
For its virulence to the soul with which cannot be bared? Unseen through sweet caresses,
Nor described through sensuous murmurs. What is not Love, is unforgiving Lust?
She slips a hand through his hair and toys tenderly with the strands.
Is this now what we have come to name as “Sweet, Tender Love”?
He removes her hand, eyes dark and face shadowed, stamping kisses upon her palm.
Is that what we have come to call as “Dark, Poisonous Lust“? For its brutality,
And lack of romance? A flame is ignited and the embers burn slowly, releasing passion.
Releasing fury, which surrounds them in the room.
Neither care that the evening grows later for she and he both, as the sky inks into a black abyss .
This moment, this night, is all she wishes to have. For no chain holds as strong as that,
Of a lover’s embrace.
But, that of lust will always be stronger.
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I really hate my last line. It took me forever to think of... and it still doesn't fit. Help!! [The next one will be Vanity.]
Forever,
~*Syd*~
Oh! Also. For those of you who are awaiting the next chapter to Heiress: Don't worry; it's coming! ^_^
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