A young woman in a white wedding dress running away

Hearing the whisper of your dress
even before it goes sliding down your shoulders
Unto the boulders of your hips
And finally around your ankles
Thankful for this opportunity
to hold you in a full bodied caress

How can skin be soft as a flower’s petals
Warm beneath my hands and lips
yet strong enough to hold up beneath
The weight of all this thundering passion?

And am I then your lover or an assailant
Inflicting wounds of desire
Am I loving or are my kisses merely ripened fruits
Of selfish greed? Produce of my animalistic
need to devour and conquer and claim you as my own
annexed territory

morning after will come all too quickly
like some silent disaster nobody will know of but me
like a dream with every moment slowly fading
everything recedes and becomes ghosts and muffled echoes
the sounds that ride the crest of every crashing wave
the feel of petals beneath my lips, even the whisper of your dress


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About PenAStory

PenAStory is a group of young individuals with a passion for literature who have decided to come together to write under one platform. We seek to educate, inform as well as entertain our readers. Also, because we are targeting young literature lovers, we would like to touch on other interests of their lives hence the relationship category and because we all need a bit of motivation in our lives, we decided inspiration won't be so bad
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