Her bare ******* taunted her
calling to her *****
Forbidden
This was not what a mother did
seeking solace in another woman
Especially in the throws of passion
Forbidden
Knowing her motive not caring
Aching for the quenching taste of sweet release
Forbidden
Feeling immortal but knowing the consequence
Hence the halt and cease of the moment
Forbidden
Passion comes in many forms
some matron some male
the fever made her femininity grip and pulse
Forbidden
Aching for pleasure to release her constant pain
\swollen/
****** thought complicating her brain
Forbidden
To taste the moment to be in it
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