SavageA Poem by JennaLust,cat and mouse gameSavage
How long will this circling each other like cannibals last? All of our limitations and morals is chained to the past.
Our body temperature is a raging 103. Captured, taunted by flames so sinfully.
Silent pleading, begging eyes. Sweat drenched thoughts, fornicated sighs.
Dying of thirst, at the mercy of lust. End it now with a pounce of passion, and a scorching thrust. © 2013 JennaAuthor's Note
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