Black Velvet Rose: Book of Thorns

Your lips, tracing paths

of molten lava

causing eruptions

of heat to run up my spine.

 

You move your beautiful

porcelain face close to mine.

Even in the dark I can see the

soft pale shimmer of your skin...

 

Your lips a deep crimson,

dry from the Kermes

standing out in contrast

to your satin skin.

 

My delicate ivory finger

tracing each majestic muscle...

working a teasing sinful trail

down your chest.

 

Burnig flames,

the fire upon my fingertips

emits a sinful friction

of hot layered heat.

 

Slowly rising, desire laden eyes

grazing ovr your honey glazed body...

Gripping your thighs with

an unrelenting need of urgency.

 

Riding your waves of passion

back and forth

cresting upon crimson lips

a volcano of breaking need.

 

Fingernails digging, searching

for every wicked sin...

A heartbeat of pure thunder

amidst a lightning storm.

 

 

© 2012 by BeLust6 & Black Velvet Rose.