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optimum allure There, in the dark room, Down the dark hall And out into the secretive forest Where trees suggest sex at a glance With their intertwined limbs Treading softly On the warm, moist grass Eyes clear, even in this dim setting following his scent... The pheromones intoxicate Through nostrils and lips Down slowly through the throat and settling inside... Seizing lungs, belly and heart Begging for a tangible morsel To add girth to this lustful aroma Follow, coaxing...deliberate...soft His suggestion hypnotizes me... I'm coming, past tomorrow Through years and months not yet lived.. I will meet you there... And bask in the reward Of a patient, unspoken conquest.
By Jessica A. Tehan Copyright 2008 by |