DEBORAH  SIMPSON  Spiritualist Author 
 
Skin began to boil, his tongue soothing the scorch.
He dipped into her pool of bliss –
Pleasurable agony ripped through their bodies
As the moon draped his howl across sterling flesh –

The dagger of his perpetual stare
Ripped through her internal warn –
Her flesh melted into his unyielding heat
Igniting, binding, enthralling –

Her impetuous hunger brewed –
Crave screamed its need into his obdurate bastion
As the cloak of flesh bound her –
And his heat transfixed her soul

His experimentation welded her
Deep within the vortex of her very creation –
And there, when she opened her eyes
Fixed upon her were the eyes of her very own –

 
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