Glassy eyes stare at him Lust subtly shielded by the roof of her lashes Hues of cocoa glisten under the midnight moon's smile Rays bowing down to cast her silhouette Into...perfection
Exhales pushing through aching lungs Barely escaping the throat that still remains restrained Imprisoned by the lock of a bicep Back pasted against masculine pastures Pastures with consistent hard plains Ones that soften hastily From the landing of her touch... So soft Like whispers of innocence submitting to him
Hungry eyes stare back at her Where their reflection showcased two bodies, Morphed into one Like the intimacy between pen and paper
Then they connected Like how precision fell in love with cursive Letters stumbling into letters Kisses fading into gruesome, Into brutal, Into bruising intertwine
Until Contentment revealed itself from her orbs and Hues of cocoa glistening gold from the sunny glow
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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