Forest Of Lust

Tredging through
a bleak forest,
Holding hands.  
Lust settling,  
like the Autumn leaves.  
 
We both only wear a long  
Velvet Victorian style lingerie.  
The pretty black satain lace corset with  
A bow in the front,  
And ending in a ruffled skirt.  
Scarlet red satain lace corset for me  
Identical to my lover.  
 
 A creek bubbling along,  
 like the wetness between the  
Pink folds of both of our  
Pretty pink pussies.  
  
Eyes deep with desire  
 staring from the trees.  
Sense their need to  
Watch us;  
Kiss...  
Touch...  
Lick ...  
Moan...  
 
Quite arousal evident;  
We are becoming lost in eachother  
As our hands run over  
eachothers' curves.  
Its as if we are traversing  
A twisted path in a dark forest.  
 
Making it a sanctuary,  
A reprieve from the wars  
Of the word,  
And our minds obsessive  
Picking.  
 
Kissing deeply  
As if its the only way to  
Breathe.  
Smiling at the desire it brings  
To the wolves behind the trees.  
 
Touching sensually  
As if its the only way to  
Feel.  
Loving the longing it brings  
To the wolves behind the trees.  
 
Enveloping each others  
Ardor in the shadows  
Of the forest of  
Lust.