Fates Red String

The evening dyed scarlet
The lantern of life pulled us in
We made are oaths to are bodies of blood and flesh
Transfering romance into a crimson flower
Loving the feeling of your lips against my own
Roll on your back and let me enclose on your breast
Inviting myself to the sweet scent of you
Going lower, for my tongue to taste the internal
Lapping up the essence, gong ever so deep
The grace of the orgasm will scatter unto me
My hands grasp your hips while your body takes all of me
A steady rhythm firmly tightned
Symbolically lacing fates red string
Her animalistic urges on full display
It’s fluttering trance
The burning passion of us led to a hot sweat
A sexual adorn sure to cause memories
Both of us receptive to that feeling of bliss