smile, lover, while i rip your shirt off –
my tonight’s feast is your musk scented skin
scribbled with my feverish gaze,
not fearing the sound of my moans,
just tempting my fingertips
to follow that candlelight flow all over it…
your shoulders, offering themselves
as bearers of the marks of my fingernails,
while you share yourself with my lust,
you – my unholy communion…

© Liliana Negoi

3 Responses to “lure”
  1. Jingle says:

    very beautiful lure…
    lovely done.

  2. Jingle says:

    thanks a lot for voting.

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