🔥Desire
What Babygirl?...
Nanda Regine
"What is it that you want babygirl?"The question transported by the windAbruptly landing on her coreShe clenchedWalls protesting from such restraint"I want to be dismantled,Contorted into asymmetrical forms,Ploughed, dug, and devoured...Dismantled," she whispered.Such ravenous verbs escaping innocent lipsScarce evidence of any harm witnessedOf any passion pursuedOnto those lips"Treading dangerous territory calls for a trap,Webs that will imprison your freedom,But to set mine free to...Punish the trespassing," he warned.She clenched againFailing to clog up all leakage,Desire's scent blossomingExposing her needs completely"But...I feel this calls for a feast,For my kill that lays ripe and ready,For my kill that will be served tonight...In my chambers," he finalized."That's what I want,To be feasted upon,Dug and devoured."
— Nanda Regine
From “Inside Her Roses”