Tilting her head back
She laughed
It was the laughter of life
Her lips apart
With luminous eyes
I kept looking at her
She didn't realize
The effect it had on me
I smiled along pleasantly
But behind my pretence
I couldn't hide my thirst
How I wished to nuzzle her neck
Biting her flesh
While she clawed on my flesh
Marking me, with rawness
I desired her
Everywhere
Everyday
She enkindled feelings which were buried, somewhere
She wasn't my woman
Yet she becoming mine
With every fleeting day
I tried to catch her essence
In our stolen moments
So there she was
With her arched neck
And here was I
With my lingering yearning
Of stripping her marrow
Someday.
©LR
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