Your lips trace along my skin,No intelligible words to be heardOnly whimpers of lustful want.An endemic craving boils to the surfaceShoving all feelings of love to the side.Your warm breath finds my nipple,A heated expel from the fireI have stoked...
torrid
Tempestuous
"A cautionary tale. . ."
A yen for intrigue and risk is how it beginsThe line being blurred between folly and sinCasting open a virtual Pandora's boxNot taking into account the monumental cost. Our initial encounter taking place in the airDesire's heady aroma proving too much...