Late night draft
gusting with temptation
They were trapped in that magnetic field of lust, in the vale of passion. Resisting was vain, their attraction too deep and intrinsic.
His place or her place? All too far, a hotel would do. Barely into the door, her fabric of lace was stripped off with precision. She gasped at the exposure, as his fingers fumbled to perform rituals of arrousal. But her patience was long spent, and her body already dripping with desire.
She clawed and ripped till he stood before her, bare and in awe. They clashed like bulls and tangled like lions, searing pleasure into their bodies, pinging from table, to bed, to floor. Till they lay spent, each within the other, soaked in bliss.
searching for tales of passion
prying and spying
the sacred sparks of ecstasy
glow within and not without
Well, the week of warmth climaxes with this piece, it would be evil of me to allow the cold in on a Friday-TGIF. The cold week is here though, in this, my #iceandfirenovember
Hope you keep reading.
Yours, warm but about to be cold,