Heat would rise blistering,
as it chars the grain that travels,
from ground to heights,
that meet your eyes.
Arching back as your curves dance,
leaving trails to hike up between your thighs,
tight to my sight that pulls,
me into your heaving breasts.
The length of your neck exposed,
eye teeth grow from my mouth,
wanting to bite, nay, compelled,
to sink into your flesh with a vampires hunger.
The taste of blood trickles down my chin,
mingling with my saliva dripping on your skin,
fluids from inside pour hot with desire,
burning, burning, burning in your fire.
Ax
Very hot!
Thank you πβ€οΈ
it’s true. You’re welcome!
You’re on a roll!!
Haha. A challenge to do 5 in a row. But I failed π. Thank you nonetheless for the support and visit. Humbling. πβ€οΈ
Aw, you did not fail! You produced four masterpieces!