A weaved web of lust

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My need
entwined within
your vines.
Locked in a
mortal sin,
thoughts
abandoned for
last rays of desire
smacking across
my skin.
I think of
nothing else.
These are the
words pleading
for the ink of my pen,
lost and again
found in your
intent.
A weaved web of lust
I am ensnared.
Devour me.
Cast about me silk ropes.
Envisage me
powerless
yet powerful
within your grasp.
A slave to our primal pawing.
A slave to our ancient calling.

Karen Hayward (c) 2017
Words and image

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One thought on “A weaved web of lust

  1. leave me with the last memory
    of holding you tight …
    love in the lingering lusty night
    before the dawn.. interrupts
    our secret ecstasy…of thought
    our souls.. they were sold
    and bought.. by time and space

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