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****** me with words;
poetic lust and skillful tongue.
Tempt my sensual side,
since your hands aren't here to
trace my spine and learn the curvatures of my figure.
And you might not be able to hear me scream, or beg for release....
but I promise I will
if you use that
lingual magic on me.
Some people have a way with words.
From the first drop of the hot shower,
To the last sip of the wine,
She feels the senses in her body,
Chilling, running down the spine.

She runs down the hallway, wraps him in her arms,
They plunge in the darkness of their fire,
The divine kiss spreads their wings,
Burnt every ounce of energy in the body, they breathe back.

Morning, and she wakes up alone,
Looks up, everywhere, only to find her clothes thrown,
Snorts up her last stuff,
And another day passes, waiting for another one to come.
 May 2015 Arielle Dawn
Seasonelle
I wrote for him, I wrote for us
Broken souls entwine as one
Guilty pleasures, conceal hidden lust
Confusion rises, what have I become
Buried love digs ever deeper
He's the one I trust
Another life bores bright a scene
Shattered hearts mend each other
Hearts a flutter, eyes sheen
Friendship changes, love undercover.

— The End —