Have you ever heard the whispers of lust, Every time he came near? Predatory eyes, screaming a thousand signs, Knowing that you will hear.
Have you ever smelt the scent of desire, That has been roasting in his heart? Lip biting and tongue Tango, Many ways he claimed and ripped you apart.
I did I sang with the whispers that dripped from his lips, The same lips that recited heaven's secrets. Like the predator that he is, eyes focused and paws steady, Dug in to devour me entirely.
I was bathed in that scent, like smoked cuisine. It's blazing passion putting hell's pits to shame, Could be felt when our Tango became more provocative. Yes, he made me feel all that... He made me feel complete.
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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