pleasure

Her eyes plead satisfaction.

Silk as soft as skin
Lips, warm and thin
Fingers, the softest tips like wool, yet claw at my willing flesh
Perfect creation clothed in barbed wire
“TAKE ME” moans tear from her throat like resisting fabric off her temple

Her eyes plead satisfaction.

Breathing masked by the pounding of her soul
Buttons released like shackles
“Quench the burning thirst of my desire” her eyes scream
The burning thirst met viscously with the fierce fire, of a man’s
Hood, over our body shielding sin from disbelieving eyes of angels.