The Stole
She
sizzles and
her curves crawl
pulsating obsession ignites.
Raptures
of the flesh
charging her heart beats
laden in power of entrapment.
Temptation
tickles down the spine
raking memoirs in ebbed eyes
charging her heart beats to fly.
Raving
passions in drapes
of heat
captivating postures.
I
embrace at the neck
cling to her body
sweet
For
I be the
STOLE
in her desperation.
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