Sinful fun promised on twilights wish… 

Encompassing need 

spilling from pores 

of desolate darkness 

pinning me down. 

Crimson silk, 

leather strapping 

bare skin tease 

from me my deepest sin. 

Fingers commanding 

pleasures, 

lips tasting the abandoned 

hush of serenity tainted 

metallic across tongues.

The twilight promises

Of sinful fun…
Karen Hayward ©2017

Image and words 

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