POEM: House of Lust " Sophie Alice Acton
Montaigne, Essais I built my house from lust; From that moment Before skin touches skin When my hand hovers Above Her curving thigh - That moment When lips pause, part, And gasped breath Passes from one to the other - That moment That fraction of time Before he slips himself between my legs.
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POEM: House of Lust
A somewhat erotic piece about suspense & passion.