Webbed Passion
I fell in love with a man who was a crime
He fixed his house and painted his roof in my heart
When he kissed me I knew there was more to me than a virgin
Hushed words, fast beats, and trembling breaths
Was all it took to be undone
My breast concealed by the palm of his hands, my eyes blinded by the lust in his face
I didn’t hear the shiver of fear that lurked in my mind
All I could fathom were the words he said over and over again
"You’re mine"
As his fingers trail slowly down my spine
Never stopping, even beyond my pelvis
Wrapped in his desire, I let his tongue swirl roughly around mine
As though I had done this before, I bite his lip and watch him smirk
To himself, he pulled me by the waist
And like a prey on a feast, he sniffed the Barakkat behind my ears
Ravaged by the scent, he pushed me flat on soft landing
Bare to him, he buried a seed in my land.
