A lover's touch upon her arm
is all but what will quench her thirst.
For what she longs is his
kiss.
Rough but sweet,
like sweet honey dew and a sharp edged sword;
it pulls her in and she longs for more.
He is never enough.
Pulling her to him,
she is thrust against his chest.
And his tanned, sunkissed arms
hold tightly to her waist.
His arms remind her of just how solid this man truly is.
For he is not a peace loving samurai.
He is a wild and spontaneous pirate;
an ex convict;
her secret lover.
Breath...
it pants hotly into her ear as the man
whispers something hushed against her earlobe.
Lay back
he says
and she listens.
And so is yet another night that the two
make love in secret.
But to name it that would be false,
at least to the ears of others.
Though they both know,
but are unwilling to admit...
to them it is merely a release.
Keep quiet
he growls as her soft moaning picks up in the silent night.
And so she does because
Four Eyes sleeps outside the door.
It is
another night in secret...
Blurbs: Eh, I've got writer's block on my other story and so I typed this up out of boredom. I realize that it doesn't rhyme…but really that wasn't what I was trying to do. Actually…I have no clue what I was going for. I was just typing things as they came to mind. Eh whatever, comment it if you want. Like I said…I only typed it up out of boredom.