Thursday, October 17, 2013

more words from howell

Her needs leak out in her midnight eyes,
a perfidious lover in sheeps clothing.
the very nature of her skin,
doth bring tears of sin to mine eyes.
that no man, no woman may outshine,
her perfectly curved demons bosom.
steeping full knowing into darkest delights,
night the azured blanket of pleasure.
stolen moments in heat,
keys unlocking places my body knew not,
leaving me screaming, please bring me there...
moonlight her softest kiss good night.
left bind and broken,
right where she wanted me.

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