A Winter Night’s Tale (Temptations Overpowering)

A Winter Nights Tale  (Temptations Overpowering) ballad

Oh! so close were we –
how she clung to me.
‘Twas difficult for both to see,
filled with an urge was she,
filled with an urge was he,
Then – Desires were set free.

Chilly was the night, the heat intense,
eager to feel it, both could sense.
Glued bodies, pleasure immense –
burning flames, moments were tense
they with their urges hence,
waves broke all the fence.

Her warm breath, caressed his cheek,
dizzy with ecstasy, both couldn’t speak,
they didn’t know what to seek,
his conscious touch made her squeak;
his naughty glance at her beak –
Temperatures rising to its peak.

Her figure wrapped in a cashmere gown,
the dark – brown tresses falling to her side;
her lips parted like a half – opened rose,
the golden cross betwixt her breasts.
His hands sliding slowly down;
exploring her body’s soft contours.

The fire burning relentlessly in the fireplace;
eyes closed, lips locked, hearts at race.
In the restlessness their beings found solace;
shudder through veins runs at its pace.
Bound to each other by arm’s tight mace;
discovering each other – no one to trace.

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A person who hates hypocrisy..likes fairness in dealings..and according to me a person must know to what an extent intrusion in a private boundary is preffered..
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