Poetry · Writing

Forbidden

Forbidden

Skin like Venus herself, swaying underneath the moonlight.
Toes tingling, walking along the hot sand.
Breasts smooth like silk, sweating from the searing heat of our bodies touching.
She tastes like Ambrosia.
She’s not mine.
She will be.

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