There are no shackles, ropes, or chains to bind her to him;
Forged in the ether, hers is an incorporeal enslavement.
Hers are bonds of beauty.
(140 beautiful characters)
Tag: Tweets
Wet Desire
You course through my veins, electrifying my body.
Even when not near, you are always right here,
Filling me with heated, wet desire for more.
(140 heated, wet characters)
Panties
He cooed honeyed words and enticements in her ear,
A determined effort to get into her panties.
It wasn’t going to work though;
She didn’t wear any.
(140 unworn characters)
Dark Places
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| Original photo by Steffen Zelzer |
You want to explore dark places with me?
Do tag along if you dare.
Though, when you return, you may not be
The same you as when you went there.
(140 dark characters)
Trap
She sits: silent, still, sanguine;
Perched prettily, poised perfection.
Wielding womanly wiles, without warning
The trap trips;
He’s hers.
Venus
(140 Perfectly Still Characters)