The Atmosphere

The soft taste of lust

You cannot see with the candle burning.

A moment held in embrace

I touch the soft parts of him

That I know are mine.

Take in a breath

Then sigh in relief.

Never have I been happier

To be aive

Than I am right this moment.

 

When we are done

And spent

He kneels in front of me

Swears his loyalty and devotion

Which changes the atmosphere

To one of love

And complete surrender.

nature and nurture

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