Thursday, 24 September 2015

Primal fire


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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