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His Pleasure

finger nails softly scratched
the palm of his hand
coloured scarlet
teardrops
dancing on his senses

he stared at the redness
of her painted nails
on his white palm
he swallowed
as he felt his desire rise
inside his belly

she gazed into his eye
her eyes dark with desire
he shivered
and leaned over to claim her lips

he took her
mouth hungry on hers
giving her his pleasure
pleasure he gave and brought away

Dawn lit her beautiful face
cold and white as alabaster
folded hands demure between her breasts
deep puncture on her neck
Written by Grace (IDryad)
Published
Author's Note
Thoughts about nocturnal unsolved crimes
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