Monorhyme

Wicked Nectar

Perspiration glistens on your skin.
I hold you close and take you in,
Savor your essence before we begin.
You smell of wickedness, taste like sin,
And I’m a glutton for damnation.
Lost in your nectar I start to spin.
You’ve played me like a violin,
Left me ailing once again.
You never seem to let me win.

 

 

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Titillated

“Patience darling” he softly stated,

Delay was something she always hated,

But here and now she was elated,

His whispers left her stimulated.

Beneath her blindfold there she waited,

For his touch anticipated

Biting her lip with breath bated,

To release desire he had created.

 

 

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