Mystery took over the atmosphere Coats of black shielded her eyes Yet the scent of cedar wood and citrus Landed softly on her nose
A gust of steam strobed her neck Upon the arrival of succulent skin That graced a pair of lips Desire out ruled this mystery
Her trail of thought wondering off To locations only her Freaky side has ever known
Lips proceeded their stroll along Petals of ebony plains Determined to reach the milestone That was her bosom
To breathe during a war with a moan Was a battle he knew he could Finalize and to Conquer her erotic wave
Her gentle hands draped in innocence Tantalizingly danced along the miniscule hairs That stretched their spines along his neck Down to the fortress of his back
He held his breath Hoping that the universe could Grant him with force fields Worth holding solar systems
In order to Not break before he sunk into Her milky ways Just yet
Her freaky side resided comfortably In her domain Her eyes swirling with erotic cosmos That sucked him in And in
What is a man to do When the woman knows exactly What she wants
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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