Whispers beckoning her in the silent night.

Calling for a resurrection of yesterday’s delight.

Standing in the kitchen parting her high heel shoes.

Needing to quench the immense urge was too much to refuse.

Warmth of her summer rain trickles down her left frame.

It’s now time to play her favourite game.

Painting of a soft touch over her rose petals.

Silky smooth runs to get deeper into self central.

She plays her special game oh so well.

Her indulgence and heart beats run in parallel.

Bringing her to the end she can finally be detonated.

All of her frustration are now emancipated.

Wearing the beauty of gratification across her innocent face.

She leaves the silent night behind with effortless grace.

Poem by @Sugaroc
Art by @jourixia


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