ninawills
It was a lovely desk. A sturdy one, solid and best of all, it was white in color. "Perfect!" she thought and gleefully took out her credit card. She can already imagine the wonderful things she would write as she worked on the desk. Somehow, her creativity juices started flowing as soon as she ran her hands across the smooth white surface. Smiling, her search for the perfect desk has come to an end.
Entice me with his smile
As I lose myself in his eyes
The black as dark as this moonless night
No light, no light
And I surrender my might
To the one who claims me tonight.
Her skin, smooth as silk
Her smile, enticing and bewitching
He is butter in her hands
Slipping through her fingers
Surrendering to his desires
Of flesh, blood and bone.
The cheese cake and the bread butter pudding enticed her like no other. Why must dessert entice her so? She seems helpless and completely hopeless, as her diet seems doomed yet again.
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