devising ways to devour you
your soul open and vulnerable
beseeching me to come to you
caustic doubt holds me tight and I hesitate
your need evident
mine held close to the chest
passions build and I snarl
it will not get the best of me
sewing seeds of lasciviousness
my course altered by lust
I throw myself against the rocks of denial
and let the sea bleed me dry with the tide
succumbing to my heart I die
Rated for Mature(17+)
high tide inside the silent brooding type
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Summary:
lust, denial
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Powerfully penned, Brenda. Another great write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Damian good evening thank you graciously I appreciate your thoughts 💕