Whisper

Whisper darkness caresses

formless, surrounding, consuming

fear trickling down heated skin

falling into the abyss.

Arctic touch like steel

strong and cold and dark

falling silk off prickled flesh

curving my body into your love.

Eyes closed, flesh burning

naked soft and vulnerable

a single stinging prick

red on white, I am yours.

Slowly parting, red, glistening

firm, gentle, and soft

warmth runs down my skin

soft red lips around my own.

Via: https://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-poems/whisper

Gothic, Love, Poems Tags:dark, Gothic, love, poem, Poems, poetry

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