Her skin was smooth like butter cream.
Luscious entry to his dream.
Begging, pleading to be tasted.
To be pasted,
all over the walls of his thoughts.
Her heart's city of inhibition crumbles and falls
Her black lined eyes, alive and iridescent with haunting desire.
With a slow ache and burn like torches of fire.
Lips taste like destiny, remembering eternity.