29 June 2012
His presence called to me across the room, Making my blood boil to a lustful state.
His eyes were dark and light, showing me the delightfully sinful things that he could do in the shadows. His lips were full and soft, like petals of a thorny rose.
He was dark, Made from the night and the darkest shadows.
He is not the devil, More wicked than that. He is fallen, and what a pleasure it is to feel his lusty state on me...
©minxyMolly
Falling In To Pleasures #2 • Opuss № I