This poem was written for a contest, it is definitely not my usual style.
|Laying atop her crumpled sheet
Unbridled passion, intense heat.
Muted memories of moments passed,
Of sexual marathons, that seemed to last.
Closing her eyes, her mind did race,
Fingers aflutter, and thoughts entwined.
Leather, silk and finest lace,
Lashed together, the softest bind.
Voracious appetite, she dreamt once more,
Of her inner temptress, her lioness roar.
Awaken… she must from her feverish haze,
Awaken… from her deep deep climactic daze…