The Enticed

Breathe.

Inhale the fragrance of my sensuality flowing within your vicinity

Relinquish.

Sweet, tainted lips

And savor the corruption buried far within me

Holy?

No..

 just… just…

Hold me.

Perfectly conscious to threat of our virtue

And somehow, we’re burning… two souls deep

Addicting

The way the night fire encircles the trails of our silhouettes

It is here I beg sweet whispers… “dear lover, will you please just burn me to death?”

Venomous…

That touch of your fingertips in the night air that remains

They linger there for seconds.. minutes… hours..

I’ve even caressed that existence for days.

Hmmm..

I’m the Katniss to your “hunger games” we play

Battling 4 monthly rounds of “Don’t go… Please Leave.. No. No.. For tonight… Just stay..”

Defenses fade..

… as your fingertips burn along the trails of my spine…

Fervently imprinted…

Caressed… and  wholeheartedly divine

Dear Lover?

Can you feel passion dripping from the home of my womb..

 As I entangle temporary arms in efforts to be more of one with you?

Can you…

Taste?

The sex and candy that lingers in the air as my fingertips grace the corners of your hair…

Sweet lover..

Don’t you crave?

The flavor of sugary love wrapped deliciously in fate of despair.