Desire
He loved her...and that is what she craved...
He watched her across a seaOf fine bone china,White cotton,And the darkness of tea. Illuminated in a shaft of dusty yellow sunlight,She teased,Applying sticky pink lip gloss,To those oh, so kissable lips,Spread; gently plumpingWith a tongue tip,The places he needed to be. Yes, how sweet the temptation,Of sex denied,She stoked that fireWithin his core. “It must not happen again,”She purred,Knowing it would happen again,But...