Mar 9, 2011
Entice
To touch To feel To let prints linger Leaving traceable marks Invisible to the eye Visible to the mind Imprints of the heart More than like Less than love Touching Feeling Begging for taste Wanting for heat Veins turned electric Body turned liquid With strokes of fire. Never to stop Never to start Always to want Always to desire. Entice me, Sweet Prince. For you are my desire. If only for tonight.
I just got done reading Tithe by Molly Black, and this wouldn't stop roiling about in my mind.