She should not be here, she should not stay,
Has allshe needs, but still she strays.
Her heart is pounding, her blood on fire.
Patiently waiting , body of desire
Funny though she feels not guilt,
Just longing that steals her breath.
The hall is dark she checks the shadows,
One last glimpse her lips full, red, parted,
White teeth, separated by pink tongue,
And a hunger to feel and taste, devour,
Be devoured, an escape to what was,
What is not, and what she can have,
Ravished completely fully deeply ,
Her secret safe for now..the door closes.
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