Tuesday, 19 March 2013


Her eyes glimmered dim,
As her fingers traced,
A map of passion on my skin,
What would she think,
If she knew what burned within?
My sanity drowning in the din,
Of primal instinct screaming,
Even as her dance of seduction begins,
My chest throbs with the pain the pleasure brings,
To let loose is to sin,
Yet I yield to the sweet siren singing,
Of her body's lure,
As she bends over me,
Her long hair a black curtain swinging,
Evaporating thoughts of what was pure.

~Rei Shiori

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