"Unsaid things to be said, Voracious lips 'pon lips
& maroon blanket across bed
The view that I saw with close-eyes
ain’t meant to be faded away, I said
She brought me a real nice glass of red-wine,
Her velvet flesh, I took it to my mouth
& stole an every speck of her sleep even from her desperate night
Ah – Under the shades of romantic midnight,
I teased her badly till her moan reverberated even across the skies
She hummed on.. whatever I just spoke
Her soft wrists got shackled by my hands
Late night, I was her dangerous wrath – The love affair, on bay
Hell, I made her tongue dried in love;
did haunt her ov’r the night & made her my prey."
This piece's another (IInd) part of the write called "Haunt The Prey". If anyone wants to visit its Ist part either, then... here we go: (Visit the below link)
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