Her Touch…

By DarkMissRed


Her touch... is like the licking flames
Rough or Smooth

But always leaving her mark

She sets off the inferno in my body

Her fury worsens the flame,

She provokes me for her firewood,

For the rise she will receive,

That would explode in the blaze,

Encircling me,

She would never let me go.

I see her watching,

I know,

I dare not look,

It would be like giving kindling to the burning inferno,

It would only get worse…

Which I fear,

I could never stop.

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Her touch... is like an electric storm,

One touch and I am gone,

Beautiful and deadly,

She claims me as her victim.

Strong and powerful is she,

A true harsh storm.

She sweeps across the room,

Dark clouds gathering quickly,

In but a breath and she is there.

I must not be alone with her,

It is impossible to tame a storm,

I am even less likely to succeed,

With her dangerous beauty,

Capturing me.

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Her touch... is like a waterfall of cool water,

Rushing everywhere,

Icy cold or warm,

She is a enticing drink on a hot day,

The refreshing rain after the storm.

Knocking me to my knees,

Or pulling me in.

Her currents are dangerous,

Too close and I'll be sucked in.

Merciless but gentle,

She pulls me under the waves,

Only she can free me,

From her pulling tide.

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Her touch... is the mesmerising call of lust,

Haunting but incurably addictive

She is Aphrodite incarnate,

Look too closely

And risk falling to her charms,

After all she is a huntress,

I am her prey,

Gold chains of ravenous desire bind me,

Only she holds the key,

With her alluring aura of burning lust,

I feel her before I see her,

I resist to her summoning gaze,

She fights me with desires,

The very glow around her weakens me,

I know I will fail

She always wins

She has me on her chain.

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Her touch... is the silvery embrace of moonlight,

A waking dream within us.

Her ethereal beauty stalks our open misty eyes,

Pure and innocent.

She does not know what she does,

Slowly torturing us mad with her mix,

Of pleasure and pain,

She reduces as to our raw selves,

Our inner inhibitions are unchained.

We revert back to our elements she gave us,

And we will repay her for them,

Each in our own way.

She thinks we hold her captive,

No,

For our pure moonlight has always held us.

It is her touch that keeps us going.