She was wearing a long black dress That revealed her delicate back She had her hair in a ballerina like bun Her luscious lips were red Her lashes tall and dark And her hazel eyes darkened with a touch of blackness.
He stood behind her His eyes following her spine Her skin looked delicate She turned around Her dress fell off He approached her He kissed her lusciousness Caressed her indeed soft skin He devoured her neck He discovered her depth Going into the wildness and out of it Into the wildness and out of it She let go of a breath That caressed his neck Like a sweet breeze.
As a breeze went by She felt eyes ******* her She turned around He looked like a feline Wild but beautiful She looked him right in the eyes Inviting herself into his wildness But he could not approach For lack of courage She turns and walks away Leaving the uncertainty of her softness Lingering in his feral beauty.
- LynnAA
28/11/2014 Listening to the first 3 minutes of Chopin's Ballade No. 4, Op. 52 on replay as an inspiration.