Stole

She
sizzles and
her curves crawl
pulsating whisper ignites.

Raptures
of the flesh
charging her heart beats
laden in power of entrapment.

Temptation
tickle’s down the spine
raking memoirs in ebbed eyes
charging her heart beats.

Raving
passions as drapes
in heat
captivating postures.

I
embrace at the neck
cling to her body
sweet

For
I be the
STOLE
in her desperation.

Tympting

I wish i could write like you,
writing only what you feel, see,
not caring,
haha.. good write
amanda

thanks

Freedom yes but control words to speak truth.
A stole protects.
Lol.

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