The gusty wind
Her salacious soul
The sin on her lips
The swirl on her hips
She danced, seeking liberation
He saw her
At the pool of her primal desires
Slyly he came closer
Eyes framed, bodies humming
Perfectly in sync
The gusty wind
And their plastered sins
Her fertile ground quivering
He ripped her
Without any preamble
Throwing her to the ground
Clawing her mounds
While inserting his fingers
In her earth
Her shuddering cries
Igniting him more
He made her crawl
And ambushed her from her rear
The gusty wind
Silencing their exploding roar
There she was
Subjugated yet liberated
There he waso conquered
Yet defeated.
©LR
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