Hips moving in a natural motion
Surge the tides in my bloody ocean
The moon in her small form
Cresent breasts sculped from flesh
Long black hair a starless night
Lost in the soul in the brown eyes
Her perfect hand against my chest
Would stop my heart.
The beast now roars,awakened
Stalk her gentle charm
Circling for the kill
A quiet word,a caress
Be still,
be still.
©mylcebon
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