This is my only attempt at poetry
She lays upon a loose tangled rug of red cloth
late stoned nights
lost in dark moments of sensual sound
his words seem unreal
'Touch yourself'
he whispers, watching
'Feel your hand, your fingers'
he senses the smoothness of her skin
as her fingers slide upon her body
caress the curve of her breast
'Look at me, this man who hungers for you.'
She opens dark eyes
heavy with lust
her fingers
feeling him
'Your cock is hard in my hand'
she breaths
'I want to feel you, feel your hunger for me'
'Fuck'
she moans to the darkness
shivering
shaking
urgent
her breath heavy
he watches
the rocking of her breasts
'Fuck me - Fuck me'
her voice urgent
demanding
primitive lust
seizes her body
sends her shuddering
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