Passion, by Phoenix_Ashes Subscribe to rss feed for Phoenix_Ashes

The celibate gem didn't dare to release a breath
As the mans hot breath made the hairs on her neck rise
His large brutish hands held her stomach tenderly
As he planted the first forbidden kiss on her neck
An inner intense heat rose up inside her like a fire
Kindled by the slit eyed snake of Eden
Tempted she was by an animal desire
She let herself relax in the eyes of the demon charmer
As she stood there naked, no barrier like Faust
His rough, common hands carresed the silken cloth of her
flesh
She looked down at her robes, then away in disgust
At herself, as they were the cloth of the Lord
The common tounge, literally, kindled the fire again
She was mocking her faith in the name of desire
Theirs lips met awkwardly, no time for explaining
She she a nun? or simply a whore in
Lust, in sake of mistrust, she closed
Her eyes. Liquid emotion filled them swiftly
She layed back roped in, in the hands of the demon
Charmer? Hardly, but this feeling can't be in ration
A nun by day, but now pulled to lust and passion
Posted: 2005-02-08 14:06:06 UTC

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