Wednesday, 20 November 2019

Undress me


Undress me, she commanded

How can I, he questioned
There isn't a single thread on your flesh

Undress me with your nude eyes, she teased
With your bare touch
Till I feel you 
Melting my senses

And when I soften like the candle wax
I will smear the smoldering residues
On your phallus

And blissfully watch you
Crying in pain

A haunting reminder
'Never leave the lioness inadequate'.

©LR

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